Late Autumn
Still gold in the trees
and last night at dusk
in the top of the tallest one
birds alit and took off
their own lives in progress
right alongside mine.
They’re unaware of my pain
as I am unaware of theirs.
We share this.
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Nice work! Sometimes I wonder if birds actually can our pain
I love this poem. The last line contains a lot.
I like the intersection of nature and human emotion at a time of transition presented in this piece. I felt a gentle reminder that the world moves with us, indifferent to our individual struggles but always present.