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Crunching across the beech
Another leaf fall each wind tide
The dog days of summer
Turn a thousand shades of earth.
Eddying whirls of russet crisp
Sweep themselves into heaps
Just right for jumping into
When no one's looking
Save a tree dappled low-slung sun.
©LS King 2007
Beautiful sunrise over Adderbury, Oxfordshire, 7.20am this morning.