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On darkening days and windswept places
Brown October dreams then dreams.
Summer’s now just distal traces
On darkening days and windswept places.
But winter’s wood smoke glow entices,
And calls us by, or so it seems.
On darkening days and windswept places
Brown October dreams then dreams.

© David Johnson, January 2009