Red Sky in the Morning…


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The sky’s shoulders were bruised and blood-stained this morning from night’s heavy fall. Ominous beauty warning shepherds to keep a close eye on the vulnerable members of their flocks.

Now, at ten, a grey-white shroud envelopes autumn’s corpse, burial imminent. The drum of approaching Solstice beats ever louder.

The hare is watchful, tense, ready to play or flee.

So am I.

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