A cold tempestuous wind blew through
the forest that day in random bursts of
rage that bellowed through the forest interior
in the midst of an autumnal turnover of foliage
vibrant colour intensified by the previous days
of persistent heavy rain. Gleaming golds and
vermilion, intense burnished copper and
blushing pink amidst the bright orange of
fallen pine needles occupying the forest floor.
Woodpeckers rattle the bark of larvae-infested
trees sending clanging reverberations through
the rainsodden atmosphere. Turbulence
tossed rivulets of runoff swell the forest's
raceway, an odour of swamp rising on the
turgid air while random bursts of frenzied
wind sweep colourful arrays of fall leaves
from unprotesting trees intent on winter's
entry when the ephemeral season heralding
summer's end and winter's reign departs.
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