The water drops from
the falling rain
form concentric circles
On the surface of the lake
The wind a gentle
whisper in my ear
Burnt sienna
my favourite colour for bush
is hidden here among
the spruce and pine
The indigo sky purports a
storm
by and by
Ellecee
Written for NaPoWriMo2021 ~ Day 14
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