Equinox
Tremulous
is the sky
this morning,
light winds
from a whispering
west,
the weather
changing,
the clouds,
in waves,
tides
of September,
equinox
pending,
summer
reclining
‘rest,’
she whispers
again,
to her daughter
of seasons,
‘rest, rest.’
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