Prelude to winter

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red…

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

hurrying scurrying clouds of late fall

stormy october day

stormy october day

stormy october day

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