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Whispers of Autumn with Winter Looming
A leaf dried to brown maraca, rustles.
Moon-beam driven breeze, curls in ears, whispers.
Subtle call of summer's passing, puzzles.
As green summer grass fades to grey, whiskers.
You can hear the patter of dew, pinging.
The limbs of trees squeezed, tight and shrunk, crackling.
Bells toll the end of summer's reign, ringing,
As the cool winds shake the eaves loose, rattling.
Geese V's migrate south, honking and hinking.
Squirrels chattering, alert owls hooting.
Pebbles in streams bang together, clinking.
Brash summer sounds are quelled quiet, muting.
Autumn whispers winter's advent, looming.
Lilting a soulful bluesy song, crooning.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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