Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The last dance of the butterflies
in this mid-October homage
to spring, the wildflowers wait
for the shift to northern winds,
for frost to touch the ground
and silence growth, but today
there is time to flit and flutter
under the changing leaves.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2022
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