Beneath a tawny canopy
Rickety rackety stilted shacks
Nestled
amongst the trees
September flicked her skirts
with a golden hue
as leaves of amber twisted and turned
And touched the ground
Silently
Wisps of smoke
drifted
and purpled berries glistened
with morning dew
Written for Magpie Tales #239. Image provided by Tess Kincaid. She provides the image. We, the story
