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Like a blade, a chill finds its way,
slicing through a closed window
portending a season approaching
as a flock rests during migration
filling a skeletal tree.
From a distance looking like
breeze tossed leaves
then take flight seeking
warmer climes, darkening momentarily
an otherwise daylight sky,
taking with them
a sense of serenity.
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