We see them again now— inked V of geese
brushing against the sky, turning
the flyleaf toward winter.
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We see them again now— inked V of geese
brushing against the sky, turning
the flyleaf toward winter.
[LAG-signature date=”10 06 2011″ url=”http://morningporch.com/2011/10/06/159122067″]
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This poem brings fall’s comforts to me.