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Yesterday, I felt autumnal air; dry.

In the dark hour
a rain cool and light
and a crowd of shameless leaves
we turned our backs on
so they could be free.

Today, I heard autumnal sounds; distant.

Knowing the present land, and daylight, and burn
looking up, to see the formation of an arrow
as down is carried in a wide zig-zag toward my feet
and a knowing of the present harvest;
we feed our bodies whole.

Tomorrow, I become the autumnal sky; orange.

Of comfort and a tree
weโ€™ll lift our faces
and the stars will cover us
until the journeyโ€™s end.

For OLN 66 http://www.dversepoets.com