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A group of trees
plush and full
against a changing sky
move about
in single file

The waning sun
dips down low
birds above
wend their way
on home

A tender wind
warms each limb
but not for long
for summer’s life
leads to fall

A silent signal sounds
as floating leaves
swing and sway
they strike the ground
and lay about

Now gaunt and grey
pencil-like fingers reach
into the winter sky
waiting to spread
frozen fingers and fly.