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Requiem To Summer.

Leaves of russet and gold float aimlessly on the crystal surface of
the chuckling brook,
while the punget scent of a campfire wafts lazily on a gentle breeze.
The deep azure of the summer sky is dotted with puffy white clouds:
heavy with the promise of early snowflakes.
A mist rises slowly from a clump of sunwarmed grass.
Aspens stand chilled in whitish bark, their cloaks of saffon leaves almost gone.
The few remainning, sparkle like golden sequins. No wonder they look cold:
Some of them are already almost nude.
The ferns have faded into tawney ghosts of themselves, but the toadstools,
bursting from beneath the fallen leaves, are glowing in the prime of life.
A grey squirrel traces an endless path from beneath a giant pine, to a
hollow tree stump.
He watches and scolds incessently.
Shyly, into the clearing, comes a small deer. A faint outline of baby
spots still show
under a thickening coat of soft tan fur. She walks hesitantly to the
waters edge,
then dips a velvet muzzle to drink.
A "vee" of wild geese, honk their way southward,
while a glistening black raven bids them adieu, with loud discordant cries.
A crafty chipmunk, perched on a stump, munches on a stolen cracker.
Another joins him and together they share the spoils.
A frisky cub explodes from the brush. His Mother in her luxuriant black coat.
lumbers quietly behind. He splashes the water and she repremands him
with a gentle cuff.
They wander off back into the willows.
Time loses all purpose as the sun arches it's way across the sky.
It's brightness fades to a dull orange, and the sky takes on the color
of of the mountain ash,
then slowly changes to a deep plum, before the glow finally fades from the west.
In the east, the golden orb of the moon gleams brightly as it breals
over the tops of the trees.
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