Shrill Echoes
As early frost kissed window glass
And autumn shed her scant remains,
Her glory done, her time now past
Bare trees lined the country lanes,
The woods were quiet, nothing stirred
Filled it seemed with expectation,
The shrill echo of a bird
Lamented autumn's resignation.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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