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About This Poem
Night Calls
The wind dances in the trees
the setting sun drops behind
a full howling song rises
tendrils fly skyward
the frosted face of midnight
the call of trains, the smell sea
night birds in flight, dark on light
the many hues blue
corn rows rustle on, forlorn
the tilting silo creaks, groans
far off the farm's lights are on
I walk whistling sweet
the pond's edge has iced over
fixing the cat-in-nine-tails
whose heads burst to cotton fluff
sparrows fill their nests
apples which have fallen down
feed the grazing doe and fawn
as the scent of cider strays
oh Autumn's chill days
slight and light as cradle cap
the heavens manna descends
erasing browns and gray tones
pristine white returns
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