Autumn
by Dawn Bruce
autumn
the kitchen scents
of mulled wine
waiting
for a Zen lecture to start
wind in the reeds
after rain
the gutters run gold
autumn leaves
between our words
the chilled silence
of falling leaves
autumn dusk
children's laughter
skims the lake
volume 11(5)
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Dawn Bruce, all rights reserved.
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