Restless afternoon oven-hot
wind lashing at dry leaves
soon it will begin to sound
like autumn rustling stirring
in treetops at the edges colors
will fade and burn but not yet
How different we are you say
you are surprised but I have
known this secret all along we
are promised to our lavender
goodbye one day you’ll wake to
find yourself alone but not yet
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Pixabay
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