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Short Migration

It was Sunday morning

at the hour of dog walks

and paper shops.

I saw yellow leaves

falling from the ash.

Dancing in migration

towards earth.


Unflickering flames

gathered in their rest,

giving up life source

for reincarnation,

when the sap rises

and swallows return.


News in Tesco bags

accompany people

on a return journey

to their day off lounge.

Dogs on a circular route

with lead, ash twig and ball

are not so eager, to end

the twice daily trip.


Elaine Morris (c) October 2015.


Comments on: "Short Migration" (5)

  1. Faithful companions – dogs.
    And I can see the ash leaves clearly as a neighbor has such a tree.
    Lovely second stanza.

  2. Thank you Jules. It was a little different somehow combining ordinary life with nature.

  3. loved “dancing migration” and “unflickering flames” !

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