Autumn is Falling to Sleep

For the Friday 55. An earlier poem re-written and re-worked.

Autumn is Falling to Sleep
Autumn is fall(ing) to sleep.
The creek at the foot of the hill is not
the gurgling child it was.
Slower now
and grey around the edges.
Stones left behind from summer flooding dusty
and sad at being left behind.
The frogs have vanished –
Dragonflies withdrawn to their secret
blue cave in the sky.

copyright Kanzen Sakura

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