Bruised dates sit tired on the kitchen counter

Auburn leaves oscillate in the arctic wind

A confetti of dandelions revel among the tanned soil

As the kettle unveils its thin haze

Coffee grains disperse, encapsulating the morning air


The cold sun streaking through my window

The crooked fence engraved in the ground

Scattered pebbles make a bed in the slits of a pavement

The ineffable sound of a black crow calling

Crusades of birds gather around the moulded bread crumbs


At the end of the wrinkled road the breeze is harsh

and the skin of the earth is dry

Another autumn morning


By Linda Bryan


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