September 24, 2021

Elegy #21

by Martin Willits Jr August trails across the sky,rippling shadows.It is finished raining. The quiet cold remains, trees dazed by the sudden changes,ripen with crisp eminence.Juncos quiver on maple branches. Soon, September’s wingspan will darken and lengthen into drizzle-chills. Already, the clutch of winter berry and red holly berriesbegin their slow flight of appearing,preparing for the resurgence of […]

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