Tag: autumn
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On a Walk
This fresh buckeye shines, just cracked from its prickly shell. You glow, giddy with discovery bouyant with purpose knowing only this, now, air, wind, leaves, tricycle, sidewalk, pedals. I watch the back of your hand move sideways across your lips, your fingers wipe the itch from your eyes, your lids blink and your nose wrinkles.…
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Come dormant season
The orange of autumn rests in drops along the dewy grass, a cover of grounded sunset beneath the baring branches. These dead leaves, grounded stars, past light reminding me of constancy and change, of beginnings and agains.
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Gifts
My girls bring flowers they pick from around our brick house, sprigs of lavender, blooms of crysanthemum, leaves of weigela. I fill the clear glass jar with indigo, orange, and burgundy. Like God on my sill it sits, gifts from gifts.
Amy Secrist 