90x80 cm ~ Painting, Oil
Autumn wet grey afternoon.
A rustle beneath my feet.
The slippery swishing traffic grieves along the red leaf-laden boulevard.
Brief fitful winds puff up fragile fallen tree-wings.
Some spin and dance in whirly elegance then rest aground awhile then rise again.
A quieting muffled hush.
Then suddenly the scurry of a squirrel, and then not.
Two ravens shrill and dive within the branches' deep -- then rest observantly and still.
Sky naples-yellow through rusty maple trees ignites to orange-mellow.
A lone dark cloud whips fast across beneath a woolly silvery heavenly mantle beyond it up above.
Yet not a stir way down below.
And then another flutter and then none.
Nature’s last sporadic triggerings of tremulous excitement
before she spreads in white her peaceful frigid calm.
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