Wild winds whistle through trees and around corners.
Leaves gold and red thrown unceremoniously into cold evening damp.
Spits and splashes of rain threaten downpours in the night.
Clouds, fluffed and golden, race furiously across darkening sky.
Autumn chill arrives with brazen bluster in Victoria tonight.
“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for Octorber eves!”
~ Humbert Wolfe
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