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by Candace Armstrong
Sun warms the outstretched
canopy these last times before leaves
shrivel and fall to a new life
being nourishment not being nourished.
Petals of color glow in crisp air
relieved at the passing of summer's heat
putting forth glory before they, too,
surrender to their afterlife.
The doe's tawny fur turns slowly to gray
like the hairs on my head, signaling
the season to come, winter of remembrance
like the cold unknowing.