Looking through the world through yellow glasses today

The sky looks hopeful somehow 

The wind whistles hollowly through a gap in the car like a nervous kettle 

The trees are beautiful today 

In hues of green, yellow orange, rusty red and fawn 

In silhouette from the distant fields they are shadow black and green with only the lit patches reflecting gold light

I don’t know if it is the time of day, me or the glasses 

Maybe all three

I smirk like a Cheshire in this late afternoon delight

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