this autumn is cool
but the trees are a drab brown
very little color to the leaves
after this dry summer
somewhere a loon cries in the rill
perhaps mourn the passing
of the warmth as mists massage
all plants and trees and the high moon above
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
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