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Autumn Blue |
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Geese float frozen in azure skies, Trapped high in autumn blue; The fall colors caught in their eyes Contrast the lapis hue; With each swift stroke their bodies rise On trails they last year flew; The air fills with their honking cries-- Echoes in autumn blue. Strong wings pummel the currents cold, The cool sharp autumn blue; The land below the geese behold From their clear lofty view; The tops of trees trimmed red and gold, The crisp wind whistles through; The geese fly on their pathways old-- Their paths of autumn blue. --1998 |