Wind has been given
unto the long, open land
purple clover blooms
Sparrows burst upward
out of the tangled hedgerow
a sudden maelstrom
At the river's edge
old man, his face so wrinkled
his eyes still fearsome
The muddy hollow
catfish rises, swallows air
sleek shape departing
A leaf, bright with blood
hunter follows, arrow nocked
forest falls quiet
The last of the light
an empty glass craves upward
autumn draws nearer
Patrick M. Tracy
7/3/12
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I found myself re-reading these, mouthing the syllables, and enjoying the images. Lovely! M
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