clouds pirouette
my breath ceases a moment later
as I linger on the taste of summer
along with the Nebraska prairie breeze
the sun is about to set
blossoming on the western horizon
and splaying its amber
and cinnamon bloom
stallions and mares
indulge in the marigold afternoon
savoring the fall grandeur
with grasses and bales
while I'm over the moon
seeing the sunset at its mellifluous,
I'm deeply immersed
like I'm riding in the rising tide
as the fall colors are gazing at me
under the sultry afternoon dreams
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