Autumn Song

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The sunset
is delicately chipped
            in cherrywood.

Summer sings in your memory
that sits now, silent,
under a puzzle of trees,
sunlight salmoning hair
streaming into hands.

It is over.

A summer sonata
is in the wind.   Winter
comes silently
            on sorrel moccasins.

 

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