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Heed the season

Shadows dance beneath the sun
The clouds claim of a storm to come
No wind is blowing in the present
It'll wait to be resented
The birds have long gone
They know of the tumult to dawn
Brazen trees have bared all
Knowing the leaves had to fall
The hues have turned
Sanctifying like a churn
Shortly will be the new season
There is always a reason

© 2020 Loly Rinn
Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash
From a personal anthology of bygone poetry
Published inBygone Poetry

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