The Afterglow
Written: September 25, 2026, for a contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Verified by HMS.COM: 5 - 5 - 5 - 5 - 5 / Syllables
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Beneath copper sky,
One red leaf trembles
Upon Mother's grave;
The wind lifts its edge.
I reach to hold it—
Her hand slips through mine.
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