Harbingers

This entry is part 51 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses

After months under snow,
last autumn’s leaves
barely stir in the wind,

pressed flat as ears
to the forest floor.
Surely they know what’s coming.

Stones lie askew.
Whatever is beneath them shows no sign
of resting in peace.

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