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A tomb’s chartreuse dome Behind leaves before the sky I’m grateful for them
Moving continents Black and clear blue, glowing pink An amazing sky!
Willow leaves tumble Until they find a surface Water from a spring
The sky at seven The color of hope that hurts And the crying swifts
The trees turn black and The sky, indescribable. Look up and it’s changed.
Tiny drops of steam Ebb and flow before the light With each of my breaths
Dry brown chestnut leaves Hang in tannin scented air At last they can rest
Through three panes of glass Moonlight is much refracted But still it’s there
I pass through the door (Cool breeze under hot sun) And into autumn
Taking out the trash A kestrel on a cool breeze I’m glad I looked up