Late Autumn

by Elizabeth Reninger


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as if drawing his
lost leaves back
up to naked
branches

the maple's quiet
silhouette pulls orange
silk from a waking
horizon

pauses here
with you on the cusp
of dawn then with a single
cardinal bursts

into a fire of song ...

-- from And Now the Story Lives Inside You, by Elizabeth Reninger

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Late Autumn