Autumn Equinox

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The sunflower fades. Yolk yellow petals rusted, heart black as coal. Seagulls strut shadows, a crow stalks the gutter, the blackbird alarms. Equinox is a shimmery spider’s web, the house silent, weeds still growing between the paving stones. Rustling oh-hear me plants, pine cones dropping, a bee on a dead lavender head, the crinkle of dry sycamore leaves…and oh, how the nights draw in and the swallows gather.
The world turns.

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