late Autumn tally

like gold   dry oak leaves
settle on the cold-shocked hedge:
treasure on treasure

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Thus saith the Lord…er…Trump

revelation time!
let the wolves out of the pens
to devour the duped!

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as if smitten (morning walk)

mist so suddenly
courses toward me, engulfs me,
naught else can I feel

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on the path home

sear red-maple leaves –
curled up, mounded near the hedge –
natter with the wind

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Snug Harbor, morning, walking toward the lower pond

grappling with the wind
I cross the wooden footbridge.
the brook runs freely.

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failing the test

last night, viewing stars
while I walked home from the pond,
I kept losing count.

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Au revoir

Since you left, dear friend,
my world’s been full of dry leaves,
save my heart – your shrine –
filled with songs that ever praise,
with bright blooms that never fade.

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