it’s just past midday.
the adieu
in a milieu
of hues
linger in the orange.
the seas
of leaves
sit still
on the edges
of the branches.
there is a luminescence.
in the absence.
of the stress
to stay.
and it is so beautiful.
© Hudson Biko – Poem and Photograph
hudson biko 
The colours and the stillness of expectation of Autumn are indeed grand.
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They truly are. Thank you for reading Ivor.
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Smart, nice!
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Thank you!
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