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TRANSITION

Woods still are candle-lit
by golden ash boughs
while forest aisles
are spread with garnet,
topaz and ruby leaves, rich rumours
of ripened chokecherries scent
the air.  Silence is violated
only by whisper of leaf fall,
swish of broad wings
and thrum of migrant cranes
over the coulee hills.

Through a fretwork of elm branches
sky, sun-blue, filters
hallowing songless nests.

In prairie gardens, corn stalks
brown.  Fat-bellied pumpkins emulate
the sun.  Light splashes
from wide stubble fields.
Bleached asters fringe roads
and in a land soon to stiffen
white with cold, one late rose
falters to perfection.

      

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Copyright 1989 by Mildred A. Rose,

all rights reserved.
Originally published by The Music House Press.
No part of this collection may be reproduced,
except in short reviews, without the
author's permission.

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