A Rime Couee poem today from the prompt, Autumn Gloaming. Enjoy.
Autumn Gloaming
Crisp nip of winter in the breeze
as the air wanders through the trees
against the gloaming light
The rustle of leaves brings a smile
as I tarry here yet a while
afore the coming night
Be Afraid of the Dark 
It’s a lovely poem.
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