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Corn, fields are brimming and reaching high towards the sky; the harvest begins

Reflecting sunlight on the edge of the puddle; shadows and muddle

Night rides the change of seasons

this cold air's welcome for all kinds of reasons

Late summer season corn; the harvest continues with nibbles and smiles

Willow tree branches dancing in late summer wind - a long song begins

Lightning bayonets striking trees, thundering fierce; we stay inside, safe

for Algot

In the woods: laughter; the sound, like a falling rain, and what comes after

No single leaf falls without a sound - even if no one's around to listen - the ground hears it, the critters, too

Some days, the forest music shimmers uncertain:

like buds in Spring the ice of Winter the crunch of Autumn the breeze of Summer

So we meander in, quiet, and wander along, with ears open, hoping for song

A twisting story of dead flowers and of vines twines through the backyard

The first in a phase, a New Moon silhouetted, bent against the sky