Just one moment
From nothing,
to something,
the wind blew
in a gust
of blue,
warmth
and late evening
light,
and so began
the dance
the dried,
brittle dance
of leaves
and July,
as she fell,
and danced
again
and again,
in the slow silence
of motion,
in the remembrance
of spring,
the path
turned
and led me
deeper
into the land
of high hedges,
apple trees,
laden
in the passing
for with the dance,
of hours,
days
the shortened months
to come
the approaching
shadows
of a falling night
‘farewell,’
whispered the evening
and listened
to no one.
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