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Autumn Fatale

  • Writer: Alastar Connor
    Alastar Connor
  • Oct 13, 2023
  • 1 min read

The soft sounds of waking

from the still and dark cocoon

stretching into the glimmer upon the horizon

fingertips reaching the tips of the treetops

caressing the golden leaves

still upon the branch

hearing echoes of a distant call

as eyes open to the dawn

and she reveals herself to me.

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