Flat shadowless gray;
Road stretches out in dimness;
One crow briefly caws.
Barn across the field,
Doors open wide and gaping,
Swallowing the light.
Stream seems fully clogged;
Just trickles around dead leaves.
Patch of sun ahead.
Chorus of dog barks
Appear from somewhere unseen
Just as the sun breaks through.
A single red leaf
Lights up the dry brown blanket,
Lending it warmth.
Through many seasons,
Stump friends have faced each other
In wooden silence.
Purple clover glows
In the gray morning dimness;
Goose honks its way south.
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