Clouds die
Giving birth
to the blue
Which die in
sunset
Rosy cherry
blossoms
Blooming and
falling then
Like daily
the sun
The scattered pine trees
Bowing to the North wind
Just a whisper now
On the
veranda
Too cold to
sit down
Snow
gathering
During the dark hours
Moon is leaving on my mind
His silvery steps
Blowing from
West to East
Fallen
leaves gather and disperse
None lost
Horror movie
A hand claws
into my thigh
Not mine
Wet, cold,
and dark night
Autumn kills
the merry sounds
Sea swallows
the moon
Lovely, layered series!
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