Autumnal exit
Woods and feeders
Left and bereft
Of song and flutter
The leaves rasp
“Gone.
Gone beyond.”
Here’s how we go
A hazy fade
A slurry of echoes
Last feather of thought
The long dream flies
Gone.
Utterly beyond.
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Copyright Deborah A. McGlauflin, September 11, 2012. All rights reserved.
