.samhain.

there was no fanfare,
no procession, no proclamation,
as we hit the button, no exclaimation

with the change as if no one
noticed, and if i am right, they
probably didn’t until later

didn’t see as we drove the valley,
didn’t protest, or speak in tongues,
did not see the little things

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we bought winter food

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it came late early

we are in transition

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drew the curtians last eve

while waiting and through the chink

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo

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each little thing

while some things break

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