Plucking Time
Falling…falling autumnal leaves twirled
and coiled on pale of deepened trees;
night’s solstice graces wise age
pondering on youth’s flames...
gentle breeze, be kind
when moons request
for last hours
throbbing
wild!
Late June Standard Contest
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