Poetry from the Heart of Fall

diving silently
otter moves
the still water

picnic table perched
at the side of the pond ~
holding memories

wet skirt hem
even sandal steps
startle the Pine Sisken

holly may be bright
but once frosted
rosehips rival for redness

hem heavy with frost
sandals falling
startle a Sisken flock

laying under cover
let the dawn
colour the day

buried in blankets
a broken morning

wind chimes
cold and clear
snap to attention

the moon awakens
diffuse pink eclipses
no other


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