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to do: a bonfire vigil by the coast when autumn properly arrives

birdsong from fields too distant to hear return as gentle dreams

kindness repeated over generations make the best kind of folklore

a softness the calendar cannot explain: the first breeze of september

the old pond guards a secret spot just for dragonflies to spit their fire

first contact: the moon shies away from the teeth of tide

autumn: a hint of pale mornings on lips

the dark before: shadows graze closest to dawn

the house grows soft with yearning long after warm bodies have left