Monday Poem

October
.

when the night chorus ends
its cricketed whine
(gone overnight when first frost came)
a new silence blends with pitch of pine
and barks of trees
………………………… what remains
when heat departs and dark descends
is a resonate wake of love in heads
of echo memories that will too
be shed
.

Jim Culleny
9/8/15

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