and feather wings.
The apple trees bend
and sing of autumn’s coming.
Starlings talk across backyards
and the high-pitched beetle
fills the wind like a calming drug.
In this place as summer fades
the quiet demands self-truth.
To pull from inside
a lacerated pride
and pile it on the dried grass.
Shadows mend the divided self
and love is an activity
to understand while counting birds
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry Pacific”
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