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Deep Autumn

Day 62 ... Autumn continues and light rain falls.

Good morning. ๐ŸŒบ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ“–


๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ซ

Deep Autumn

Let your crimson hue
Intensify with the western sun

Let your sienna shines raw
Before the lingering barren in awe

To relish the setting sun
In the melody of autumn

- Michie Lyne

๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ

ๆทฑใ„็ง‹

่ฅฟๆ—ฅใจๅ…ฑใซใใฎ่ตคใ€…ใช
ๆทฑใพใ‚‹่‰ฒใ‚’ใใฎใพใพใซ

่ตค่ค่‰ฒใฎ่ผใใ‚’ ็”Ÿใ€…ใ—ใ
็•ๆ•ฌใฎๅฟตใ‚’ๆŠฑใไธๆฏ›ใฎๅœฐใ‚’ๅ‰ใซ

ๆฒˆใ‚€ๅค•ๆ—ฅใ‚’ ็ง‹ใฎ่ชฟในใซๆตธใ‚ŠใชใŒใ‚‰

- ใƒŸใƒใƒผ ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ’ซ

"Deep Autumn" is a poem about vastness, the immense depth of colour intensified by warm light and overwhelmed by the natural pigments of the earth.

「ๆทฑใ„็ง‹」ใฏๅบƒๅคงใ•、ๆš–ใ‹ใ„ๅ…‰ใซใ‚ˆใฃใฆๅผทใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹่‰ฒๅฝฉ、ๅคงๅœฐใฎๅคฉ็„ถ่‰ฒ็ด ใซๅœงๅ€’ใ•ใ‚Œใ‚‹่‰ฒใฎ่จˆใ‚Š็Ÿฅใ‚Œใชใ„ๆทฑใ•ใซใคใ„ใฆใฎ่ฉฉใงใ™。

๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ๐Ÿ’ซ

Deep Autumn, photo, Michie Lyne, 2025.
๐Ÿ’ซ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ‚๐Ÿ“–

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