Wednesday, 19 August 2015

August 19th

the shadows cast by the rippling leaves
on the mountain ash are tinkly
and I will try to remember them in deep winter
when all the branches are bare
and I will remember this day in late summer
seeing robins 99 and 100 that flew in the yard with the adirondack chairs
nestled beneath the spruce boughs by the bus stop
and that this is an anniversary day
a sad one but one to be remembered all the same

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