Last stitches of fading color against the stone gray of the November landscape.
Wind stirs the ground leaves with invisible spoons
as the late clingers skate across air currents on their way to join the fallen.
Breathe in the deepening sense of solitude, healing ether.
Rain-soaked, saturated streaks of tree trunk and slashes of rock face and ribbons of river,
everything vivid, serious, accepting the inescapable crawl toward darkness.
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