September Afternoon
by Terra Wolfe
Almost autumn
gathered
birds
like
singing apples.
Restless,
hopped
branches, trees.
New feathered spring's eggs
other elders
Smell currents
shifting shimmers
of hill air,
rise
like smoke,
draw patterns
on the summer sky.
Words the wind knows
whisper winter.
Copyright Terra Wolfe 2006
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