a touch of red

a touch of orange this morning
sprinkled thru my backyard trees
the dry cool winds sends warnings of fall, that is nearly here
gray squirrel jumps and and stands up in the morning light then hops a few hops and stands again getting a look over the tall grass
horsetail clouds are drawn by the wind high in the sky and paint it like a beginning artist
it's a beautiful still summer morning, in the magical salt marshes.
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