Prairie Poetry   
  Late Autumn

as if drawing his
lost leaves back
up to naked

the maple's quiet
silhouette pulls orange
silk from a waking

pauses here
with you on the cusp
of dawn then with a single
cardinal bursts

into a fire of song . . .

  Elizabeth Reninger
  Copyright © 2004 Elizabeth Reninger
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