autumn forest
gold paint on the landscape
not yet quite dry


hawthorn on the wind
between you and me
a blazing flame


the last train has departed
on the empty platform
only the wind


the first frost
around the tree a circle
of yellow fallen leaves


walk on the beach
the sea ebbs and flows
under my feet


autumn storm
freezing amber seekers
drink tea with vodka


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