Taste The Morning Fog

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November is gray and gloomy.

A changeable wind pushes the smaller cars

Drunkenly about the high way.

No need to shade one’s eyes from

The Golden October light.  It’s gone.

A glowering darkness falls bringing

Cold damp.

There is a chill in the morning fog.

But stepping outside my backdoor…

That divine scent!!!

Blown hither and thither …

Tasting the fog … Ahhh

Is that apricots?

The Tea Olive is blooming.

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