In a frosty breeze that reeks of stung oranges and peat
black trucks gather to load the slaughter.
Summer’s heat lost, tart scarlet swamps are
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Gosh, Val, this is alliterative Heaven! Definitely one for reading aloud & vibrating to gorgeous echoes... Rgds, Ivan