Following last night’s storms here in the woods by the lake, a reprise of an earlier post.
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Like old crones
In tattered dark gray cloaks
Last night’s storm clouds
Shuffle off to the east
Hiding the rising sun
They prolong their gloomy pall
Leaving behind sodden leaves
Plastered against windows
Overlooking the slate-hued lake
In a dim light... 
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