by Bill Wyatt

That butterfly
reflects my fluttering heart -
autumn equinox
Almost toothless -
beneath the autumn sky
birds twitter
Skylark descending
with the first fall of autumn rain -
loneliness sounds like that
Vivaldi's "Autumn"
the migrating birds cover
their ears in sorrow
Three cups of wine
& I have yet to wet my lips -
autumn leisure
Waiting for the moon
he returns home drunk - just as
dogs howl at the clouds

Bill Wyatt


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