
daylight fading
street lamps blink on
birds now silent
I delight in the night. Flickering streetlights are their own poems, no?
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daylight fading
street lamps blink on
birds now silent
I delight in the night. Flickering streetlights are their own poems, no?

dawn’s quiet ascent
gracefully over mountains
autumn morning chill

this fading sunlight
breeze stirring the fallen leaves
memories drift past

a new day begins
underneath my feet I hear
freshly fallen leaves

now laden by rain
bowed by gravity’s demands
longing for sunlight

in the autumn rain
petals holding reflections
ghosts of the summer
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wind dancing through firs
rain taps upon my window
night drifts to the west
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