diamond edges – September 23


the leaves backsides

have turned silver,

the air as clear as

any vibrant day


tree limbs scattering

where the wind last

blew and the dog

whimpers in his sleep.


Fall questions the ways

forward, like diamond

edges still not ready

for shining in the light.


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