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Autumn
A night bathed in silent cocoon of snow
replaces the days that were pluvial;
it flurries against windows as wind blows.
Like insects, warm days are exuvial.
Few souvenirs in flowerbeds below:
useless petals that are now induvial.
In nearby depleted meadow, cows lowing;
gathered for trek to higher fluvial.
The wild geese test the air currents somewhere
over a mountain range; destiny fated.
Without group effort they’re going nowhere.
Ride out Life’s storms; ideally mated.
A dusty road that’s winding to elsewhere —
reflective cat’s eyes on tarmac berated.
Copyright ©
Suzette Richards
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