Slow exposure
A black bumblething
steers through the air,
light flows over
the fields, glazing them.
Quercus ilex glints
along the paths.
It's like a world
dipped in honey here,
autumn's finest. But
there's a chill wind
blowin' round the bend,
and the quick sweat
ices your skin
while the gold vines rot.
Autumn's funeste,
skyline detonates
and hills turn saurian in the dusk.
Lagorce
17.30 - 18.30 Romance Standard Time
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