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Cusp of Autumn

On an afternoon on the cusp of autumn,
crows dance in a forest of wind.
Here, a river tumbles between the trees
where grandfather and grandson clamber
down crumbling banks and stand together,
skimming stones. Their pebbles slice through the skin
of the stream and disappear into unseen depths,
as concentric circles roll on the current.
Above, a beech watching their rings forgets herself
and drops a handful of leaves – golden, green –
sending them scattering into the stream.

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