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blustery summit
tree branch fingers
reaching
painting skies shadow gray
with their
long eerie fingers
tapping the clouds
with such whistling winds
of freakish delight
an audience of foliage
below the horizon
chanting their own approval
with the sway of the
ghostly gusts
the wake and funeral of fall
has begun
winter prepares her icicle
markers
for the graves yet dug..........
(Oct. 14, 2014 336am)