Black Wall
Drifting overhead slow
as the storm finally
digs its way
into valley.
They Canyons
already are getting
hammered hard with rain
if not snow
higher up.
Second Storm
grinding in harsh
the threat of winter
and his weather
and chills.
Watching outside
I see trees
already golden or bare
as others change
with season.
Getting wet
is pretty inevitable
on nights like this
but I survive,
by willpower.
2October2013 - Dyfedd Rex
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