I set down the pack on my back.
Yellow needle leaves glint in the sun, and the silver grass on the ridge bends once in the wind.
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Late Frost
Seeing the silver grass on the ridge bend in the wind, I'm reminded of a path I walked for a long time and then stopped. The backpack left there looked so quiet.
Alight
A water bottle left in the grass by the road was holding old sunlight.
Ebb
The ginkgo leaves on a late autumn walk covered the path entirely in yellow, so lovely that walking on them felt almost a shame.
Shimmer
Sitting on a path covered with fallen leaves, I was retying my shoelaces when the wind brushed past my side. I could see it swaying the silver grass beyond the ridge.
Seeing the silver grass on the ridge bend in the wind, I'm reminded of a path I walked for a long time and then stopped. The backpack left there looked so quiet.
A water bottle left in the grass by the road was holding old sunlight.
The ginkgo leaves on a late autumn walk covered the path entirely in yellow, so lovely that walking on them felt almost a shame.
Sitting on a path covered with fallen leaves, I was retying my shoelaces when the wind brushed past my side. I could see it swaying the silver grass beyond the ridge.