Autumn’s Light

By Bobbi Sinha-Morey

In the glow of dusk
it looks like a flaming
corsage when clouds
no longer choke the sky
and the great sleeves
of air are avenues for
birds to fly. A red scarf
unwrapped in heaven
is autumn’s sunlight,
and with it, the soft
rush of wind song.

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