O' presently, seven days away
Into the colder time of year scene play
Cool, bountiful shields
Of day air, in a floating display
Ignoring chilly green fields
Of evening plaited remainders, mollifying
On a delicate orange sunscreen, floating
In a purple dusk murkiness
Whilst' cold winter, murmurs delicately
Isolating day, from the skilled nightness
Languidly, catching horizon's grandiosity
Snowflake swells, in mirrored light
While, a slim trace delight
Of polite virus breeze free
Rising along, ripe field edged narrowily
Beholdest, up in 'oughtful glee
As scores of winged creatures position
Hustling uncontrollably
A definitive turning point transition
In a beautiful skyline encapsulation
© daniel miltz
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