An Autumn Day

I sit, look out

And feel the still,

Deep blues of the sound.

Birds, busy with their 

Bird things this morning.

Mergansers dive in 

Glassy water,

Ripples wide and clear,

As if a whale breached.

Ducks flying North,

Is that true?

North in the Autumn?

A lone Bald eagle

Flying high above.

 

The water stirs,

Toward me,

So I can hear,

Still no longer.

And I wonder,

If it still feels 

My mysterious yearning

For life.

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