To One Another

Autumn folds me into shapes
and shadows
bending me to a far off spring
in seeds and branches bare
huddled
thy plaintive call
sucked by winter’s mead
-and what of us-
asked of my children
who tally not the passing days
-you do not speak to one another-
the simple howl of Summer’s heat

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