gossamer tendrils cascading through the twilight forest canopy
a hush permeates the mist
soft footfalls on the mossy bank
leading to the swiftly moving stream
resting against an old thick tree
breathing in the late summer’s green
birds sing farewells
moths stretch to reap all warmth
the spirit of the wood sighs
capturing the perfect portrait
of a late summer day
The Word Rummager 
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