When Autumn Was Young

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In the tree tops, wind moves through the remaining leaves

and I remember September

when autumn was young

and winter

was only a distant memory.

     

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Autumn’s Surrender

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In the sacred song of autumn’s surrender

in the gentleness of leaves floating

drifting in the wind,

our poems turn upward

into the blue light

and the fury of snow.

        

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies