while offering a synergism

the hard warm ground
the streaked and crumbling stones
the birds lifting out of the grass
and fallen leaves
rising upwards in curls
so continuously it seems as
though they are emerging from
the creationary earth.
effercescent and carrying all the tones of dirt and soil
iron brown and mottled.
continuous, the infinite regress
from the dropping leaves
they lift, alight and so
clothe the now barren trees.
these polyphonic raindrops
falling up the draft of wind with flat black eyes

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