Wednesday, November 10, 2010

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Fall

Wait, breeze blowing
Seedheads dance their stilted jig
Yesterdays life blood blows across the ground
Raked into piles after gently falling down
Stop, squirrels scurry
Hoarding mast for winters freeze
Berries ripen as robins bite them
Carried aloft on autumns breeze

American Robin

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