Winnowing

The mere passage of time makes us all exiles. ~ Joyce Carol Oates

 

A misty sunrise

In the dying days of summer

A long silent moment

Spreading outward in a wood

In far distance a bird cries out

A stirring in the undergrowth

Draws my attention

Suddenly I feel older

Reviews

[barleygirl]

It's magical, the way you pick intensely relatable sensations, yet you describe everything in unusual ways. This is a very original way to convey the idea of autumn. I relate to your slightly-surprising ending, since being in the autumn of my life is both a wonder & a pain! *smile* Fondly, Margie

[Onlyme]

Wow, incredible poem. That has such depth and beauty about it. As well as thoughtful insights into the writer. Beauty.

[MCS]

Thank you, you're very kind and I so appreciate it

[Onlyme]

my pleasure. Look forward to reading much more from you. Dawn.