Cool Morning Air

Of early September
A gray cloudy sky
So clear is the whisper
Of Spirit apply

A question to ponder
Do the trees know?
A season before them
Of their letting go

For birds of their nesting
Of senses perceive
A drawing of calling
Start to take leave

For found in the stillness
Of this cool morning air
The prayer of the prophet
Of way speaking clear

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