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The smoke-filled haze,
still remains in the trees,
awaiting some rain
with an evening breeze.
It would be great, to
once again breathe

Wind gusts,
slid off the trees,
sending air in streams,
moving fallen leaves.

Bright light and shadows,
fill this mind, mine.
Why is there no rainfall,
and only the sunshine?

Contrasting colors of
browns, yellows and reds,
spread through trees
with leaf covered beds.

A special time,
is in the Fall,
when Nature's beauty,
is seen by all.

Cold Winter's blasts,
will soon be aware,
as most tree branches
will only be bare.

It was round and furry,
curled into a soft ball.
It wasn't very short,
and certainly not tall.
A miniature Hedgehog,
very slow, ambling away,
to enjoy its life
for one more day.

Ashes, live embers,
alongside of you,
as old growth timber,
is no longer in view.

Boldly the wind
rattled the trees.
Bending, not breaking,
now dropping leaves.

Wind, pushing softly
across meadow and tree.
Warmth of the Sun
is now refreshing me.

Go I slowly, searching,
constantly searching for thee,
to live our lives together.
It is important to me.

A Firey morning,
Sun ablaze,
Glowing red,
Smokey haze.

Waylaid clouds,
against jagged hills,
amassing moisture
later to spill
on dry, arid land,
bringing greeness,
to our state, again.

Speaking of rain.
I am not,
but fire
and smoke
we have a lot.

A cooling wind,
southward bound,
brings a relief
from the heat.