Monday, October 28, 2024

A leopard-spotted sky slides
toward sunrise, magnetized
by new whys, uncertain what
waits farther west. Birds fly
south or hunker down, dark
crosses crossing the yellow-
splotched blue to escape
the cold or folding
into themselves, nestling where
the prowling orange tabby below
can’t see. Trees shed their dresses,
cast their ballots down just
as they always have, naked
bark calling quietly upward, unsure
if their votes for growth and
for rest, recovery and rebirth
will be counted.

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