August 10th 2016

····night—the wind swings in the empty porch
Leaves have begun to fall on the windshield—just a few but where none had fallen before. Trees are beginning to turn. Hard to believe. Tomorrow may be the hottest of the summer and yet the rock maple is showing signs of red, some of the ash are yellowing, and the odd limb of a sugar maple is mottled by a red, orange or saffron. And there’s a burnt-gold tint mixed with darkening green of the mountainsides.
278 August 10th 2016 | bottlecap

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