dust darkly settles
and the bees
peak but not on mountains
in some flowers
rest an ease
that would a spider
raise some hairs
around here we march
no band or mark sleeves
my rainy due
to the lack of moist
cotton, you sneeze
God bless the trees
that give a heat
a chance to shed
autumn came around
this late part of a year
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