on a late autumn morning
red rain
in the wet leaves
a blackbird runs amok
on a morning in mourning
he is wearing his funeral coat
the leaves in sober procession halt
at the gates of winter the wind pushes enter
every single leaf falls in a slow falter
indoors a cat sitting mesmerised
a few sips of strong black tea
as the light raises a smile
a slow breath follows
the fluttering heart
as every tree
returns to
bed
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