Autumn Wings
The tree is bursting,
with tiny wings, through an Autumn
flour- soft snowfall;
through chilled rustling.
The pumpkin-colored berries
are a feast for the light
grey Song Sparrow, the robin
with its dark tiatian browns.
The clouds are mountains.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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