Wind
wind strips oak's brown leaves
sun reveals bare limbs' shadows...
currents lift buzzards
I looked outside and the bare limbs' shadows were upon the ground
then I saw what I thought was buzzards' circling shadows on the
same ground then I said no that had to be the few leaves left being
moved by the wind but no then the buzzards circled again..I quickly
closed the door..I am so old they might be circling me..LOL
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
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