a fall evening

there is something magical about fall evenings.
like old photographs in sepia.
a soft fading of the images
like cushioning times blows
 the skies peep silver
behind mountains of grey
 and across them, the trees
spread cobwebs which glint
and wink with drops of rain
 there is something defiant about fall evenings.
 as the day looks its fate in the face

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