The blue green of dark firs solemn and unchanging while sunlight on Sefton is softly lighting the tarnished gold and black of of chestnut ruined choirs.
And the pale yellows; the limes of the young oaks.
And then the sudden red and orange of this returning Autumn
A warm breeze.
JL 24th October 2011
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