Looking out the window
of the old church
i felt a message was there
as if waiting
for me to hear it..
yet i could not find
this silent voice..
it seemed to be
laughing at me..
as if Mother Nature
Herself
was playing a game..
When i saw the feathers
resting upon
the weatherd wood
the silence was broken
and i could hear
the comming of Autumn..
the sounds of time
when summer is passing.....
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