Autumns Finch
Morning’s clarinet of feathers
over blunt autumn cold
Singing finch
scurry branch to branch
Southeastern’s feeble flame
burns November’s thin wick
In the air
blue ice whistles
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from my 6th book-length manuscript
©dah / dahlusion 2014, 2015 all rights reserved
"Autumn’s Finch" was first published in
'The Filid Anthology'
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