The dogs like the chill but suspect the leaves hide everything. The squirrels run from tree to tree. Even the hawk, circling low, scans with severer intensity. Here is the cool site of dissolution—the fertile warmth breaking down, growth going to dust. I think the autumn wind is ominous, swirling its way around the sad trees, carrying away much of what I love about the backyard.

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  1. your work is GORGEOUS. it resonates with me very much. thank you so much for sharing it with us. and many thanks for visiting my new blog, i’m delighted and honoured. looking forward to digging into your journey here 🙂 peace & light, jules

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