it's the sky
between the limbs
of barren trees
that I look for in the Oregon autumn.
Bright blue
dark gray
mottled or
a mix of sun and cloud.
always changing
as a backdrop
to those branches
which change, also, more slowly
but do change, season by season
and even day by day.
Each bringing it's own beauty,
each moment a new stunning
masterpiece
Rain, sun, wind
all adding their own
master's touch.
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I hope you keep a notebook of your amazing poetry, Presbytera!
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