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Sep 2016
In the carpark
I'm startled
by a flight of leaves.

It's colder than yesterday
and trees are *******.

I abandon the footpath,
tread between tiny red
apples buttoning twigs
and dry grass, find
a bird's curled feather
white as snowfall.
Sheila Jacob
Written by
Sheila Jacob  North Wales
(North Wales)   
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