Winter in my mind

The early sun slants low
away to the left, it 
lights up a seeding tree
with gold

There is breeze today, all the
green in motion and 
early birds eat, 
drink from the bath, 
hop into undergrowth

the mint is marching nearer

I cannot sleep these days -
I am getting old
and teary here - the copper
beech fires red

the wind yesterday bore me
a message from far
away - I felt it, the
change, end of summer
and winter on its mind

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