blue hides behind the gray
completely enclosed in its grasp
white mist slips across the valley
afraid to climb atop the hills
the bare trees staring into nothingness
a seclusion like nothing else
as the puddles gather on the concrete
covered with floating leaves
awaiting the next boot to pull into their freezing grasp
a rainy day glaze covers the eyes of all
pulling them toward warmth
away from the crisp air
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