All That’s Lit To Print

Leigh Alley


By Birdie Jensen

Dry leaves eddie up.
Windows creak, and skin
Grudgingly attends
To the barren wind’s
Irregular breath,
Whispering its taunt:
Summer’s glow is gone.
What was light is blown;
Heaviness, ever
there, is left alone.

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