Early autumn slants an afternoon
of liquid light across the trees,
jade, olive, lime and emerald:
So few words for so many greens.
They sway up hills to where sky starts
in stone-wash blue then reaches out,
stretches on its straining tiptoes
into vertiginous azure.
Scuffed sandshoe white of cumulus,
blurred steel of storm clouds staircase up
to the darkest point of the sky.
Northward it’s raining sheets of grey.
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