AWAY!
I have heard wind whistling through the birches
white bark contrast to brilliant strokes
of gold and red and brown that deepen with passing nights.
I have seen long trailing Vee’s of geese
beat their way south to winter's home,
and fields gathering blackbirds for their caravan away.
Something within me strikes sweet chord with them,
and cries "Away!"
I do not know whence comes the call
but it seems stronger every Fall –
"Away! Away!"
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