Autumnal Soliloquy
In collaboration with Lisa Beemon

“Thief, thief, thief!”
The jay calls from
The top of a
Soon barren tree.
Blustery winds
Ruffle feathers,
Stirring leaves.
A flurry of
Red and gold,
Purple and orange
Weave Mother Earth’s quilt.
The days shorten;
The nights bring a chill.
A blanket of cold;
Soon all will be white.





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