Did you know that leaves
don't fall, but are pushed
by their trees? The first
grosbeak came today.
I saw a tattered warbler
dead on the trail. Do you
think that absence casts
a shadow? How tired I am,
of getting up, of sitting
down, of moving slowly
through dense and un-
forgiving days. Dreams
follow me with their
yellow eyes, day after
day, only slightly familiar
and bringing no comfort.
I turned on the heat, though
maples are burning with color.
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~ SB =^..^=
http://www.sbpoet.com
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