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autumn surprise

cold as breath
becoming –
a softer shade
of blue
words are floated –
smoke above the pines
lacey limbs
are reaching –
fingers in the dark
thoughts are falling
leaves before
their time

of whispers
I am certain –
night birds sweeping low
to brush against
the chimney
now and then
reminders of another life
rescued from the stars
the music
of their silent –
let me in

. . .