In the hazy air
The setting sun colors clouds
Heat-shimmer fading
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Dreaming of red leaves
Falling, falling, whispering
Of the frost to come
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Last cicada song
Thrumming in the shadowed trees
Storm-clouds gathering
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A field of dry corn
Where the dark crows assemble
Bare feet on cracked ground
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Swirling wisps of fog
Grey tails curl around gold trees
Kittens of autumn
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Under the rainbow
Puddles reflecting the sun
While the foxes dance
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Dipping my paddle
In and out the kayak glides
Where the otters play
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Summer wind blowing
A skunk scampers through the grass
Leaving stink behind
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There in the mirror
Pale spider on a pale thread
Watches in silence
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Standing in drizzle
Colors splash across the clouds
A sunset rainbow
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Waking me from sleep
Blue-white flashes, deep rumbles
The storm is laughing
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When the door opens
A squirrel startles, leaps away
Lonely afternoon
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Suddenly spring-time —
Over dandelion grass
Blackbirds are singing
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Soft petals kissing
My nose in a lilac bush
Now the sun goes down
Fox-shadow dancing
In the yard beyond the light
Midnight slips away
Standing on the steps
Chirping back to a sparrow
Wind through the bushes
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My toes are quite cold
Despite the warmth of red socks
Waiting for the bus
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Early spring morning
Sun is tangled in my hair
Wind blows off the lake
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Celebrating spring
On the bare white wall I see
Things that aren’t there
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Brown and splash of red
Singing to the winter sky
Cardinal and me
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Welcome back, old friend!
Morning quiet broken by
Bluejay in a tree
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Wind above brown grass
Drying snow-free ground. Listen
Sparrows are singing
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Two wall-crumbled forts
There on the abandoned field
Littered with snowballs
Marking the seasons
Soft sound of my walking-stick
Crunching the snow-crust
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Butterfly haven
Whisper of wings in my hair
Amidst trailing vines
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Moon on snow-meadow
Dreaming of silver and white
The deer in between
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Brittle frost falling
Cold from empty barren trees
Spring again …. someday
Lake Song 