Direction Poem by Carolyn Brunelle
Direction
Autumn is everywhere
felt in each day’s chill;
seen in fading landscapes
through my valley, across the hills.
Summer grows tired and ready to fly away;
so are they, honking old familiar farewells.
Their formations dot the fall skies;
and stirs this deep envy in me.
Some creatures always seem to know
when and where they are going;
and how to find their way back home.
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