transparent air

this autumn is not rich in frosts, so the maple leaves turn bright yellow
which creates an air of lucidity hard to describe,
whatever the colour of the sky. especially when the sky is grey.

it seems the sun herself* has come down for a visit ever so brief before the passing of the light.

and the birds sing so piercingly in the clarity of maple-lit mornings.

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