AutumnA Poem by AiH
The wild caw of birds outside my window
a small spider crawling up his fine silk web to gaze at me from his spot on my light bulb Autumn A collection of comings and goings endings and beginnings a cycle I am most familiar with Life and Death The sweet, brushing kiss of time stroking my cheek as she passes lifting her fist she shakes the leaves wilting from above my head "What goes up, must come down" at least that's what I was always told.
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