Autumn Evening

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I love the wild, stormy beauty
Of a lake in autumn,
Like crumpled silver in the stinging winds-
Wild winds pregnant with slanting rain.

I love the silver dust of rising mist
Against the green and gray of dim shore lines,
The lonely call of some lost fowl,
And the croaking frogs in the falling dusk.

Written by Ida Rowland (1904-?)

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