Fall is fading

Winter waits patiently at the edge of darkness

In the last of the evening twilight

I step lightly among the scattered leaves 

On the dark lawn

Orion waits behind the mountains

The leaves like glowing stars lie on the frosted grass

Ready to join the heavenly procession

I standing sentinel among them 

Give thanks

I too am stardust – waiting

Skip Wilson


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