Longing fills the senses
Looking at naked arms
Trees against sky
Searching for the scent, sounds
Crispness in the air, underfoot
Dead leaves a riot of color
Flown to the ground
Not this dead, lost color
Crashing fills the ears as
The deer runs through
Away from a danger
Thundering away onto safety
The drumming of wings
A dust bath in the sand
Or wings going in short
Spurts for the shelter of evergreens
The sweet pungent scent
Surrounds and fills the air
Wandering into the grove
A shelter for letting go
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