Mist chose to linger a while,
though mild air belied October.
Overwhelmed by birdsong,
loud against the abstract silence
of these adolescent sentinels,
stood like arboretum trees
filled with the gravitas
of no age, no age at all.
The year passed as always
with them growing taller,
bolder, a little more aware
of wisdom’s cost
and the one they lost.
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
Mist chose to linger a while,
though mild air belied October.
Overwhelmed by birdsong,
loud against the abstract silence
of these adolescent sentinels,
stood like arboretum trees
filled with the gravitas
of no age, no age at all.
The year passed as always
with them growing taller,
bolder, a little more aware
of wisdom’s cost
and the one they lost.
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