brought the first frost of autumn.
A mist in the valley hung over the sparkling grass under the tread of the sheep there grazing.
The sun shone brightly but didn't warm
glinting through the cold drops of dew
suspended from the farmers gate.
My cold nose ran,
my breath condensed in front of me
and the nip at the tips my fingers
told me that summer was now a memory
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