Write Autumn 2014

Sunless cerulean sky

etched by the October tree-line

lends a clammy breath

through the yawning grove


Eyes come alive

Tree spirits friendly?

Some sound offended

7 cedars await me


I see a sine upon a ridge

stubbled by the corn harvest

careful steps, uncertain ground

I hear the owls’ signature sound

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