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An excerpt from Fleeting Moments of Fierce Clarity: Journal of a New England Poet


Sparks from the fire
were cast into the sky—
for a moment able to live
as red stars of the Milky Way.

The balance tips
and we pass into the darkness.
the days of long-daylight, spent.

The trees surrender their leaves,
laying themselves bare—
exposed nakedly
unto those who dwell around.

The clinging leaves
ripped away violently
from their mother bough—
orphans falling to earth;

Some to wither where they fall,
others to have their mulchy ashes
spread across the four directions—
borne away by the gusts of wind
unto a new shore.



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