© Written by D. A. Simpson
Ripening in the meadows are the seeds of an incipient autumn tide as the land fades and withers While the tattered hedgerows shed their desiccated leaves of russet brown and bruised magenta beneath a dome of bronze and fading golds. Arching over the dominion Where a burnished sun sets upon a horizon of inky black which partitions the realm of sea and sky as they coruscate in the dying embers of day in a plethora of amber flames When an autumnal dusk overcomes the realm and shrouds the scene in the smoldering hue of a dwindling evenfall.
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