Golden Threads
Across the sky, like arrowheads,
from silhouettes against the red,
the call of wild geese swiftly fades
into the sun. And then sun bades
a sad farewell to one last strand of summer's thread
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For Nette's Contest: "Reflections of a Florette"
By Carrie Richards 9/4/14
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014
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