November’s white tumbles

Relaxes on October’s colors

Over and over again

Chilled ear twitches

in frost bitten tree

Crinkled nose, crisp air

invites self in

Whispers story

Fresh yawn

Dark eyes leave tail

Tree’s wound


Dripping like Spring’s rain

Scurries down, racing Sky’s sculptures

like a pirate to buried treasure

Breaking Cloud’s gift

Eyes search for own

Shovels recognize

Nose remembers

the way they were left

Digging, digging

At last

Familiar gold

Kisses, tastes what was thought to be lost

Blown away by Fall’s sigh

Valuables, placed into chest

Clanking against teeth as

four legs embrace trunk

Into Hollow’s hole


Wrapped up, for a day that

has not yet breathed

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