wood duck (gold grass gone)
greening gold- blue brown
white.
rise in misty hemlock rows
clayhole mist his own way home.
song birds gather
snow covered gown.
she moves beyond
where we can see her now.
the gown is trailed-
and grown
and gone
blown down-
golden brown.
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love the syncopated rhythm especially of the last stanza
Yes, the repeated sounds and images.
Your use of compression is a wonder.
following the migration
of fowl & human
through the season?
as the grass goes
from gold to gold.
ev’ry single dawn..