I hear birds pouring song
into the red maples
like Autumn Water
telling of flight and
bloom
chill and heat,
you and me
walking in a southeast wind.
Our shadows fallen
on the old road --
peelings from this fruit
our bodies have become,
settler-ripe, offered
to a homestead
hungering for love.
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Impressionistic artwork is by French artist, Henri Le Sidaner and titled "Window In Autumn".
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