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The First Autumnal - Meg Smith

I find it -- a lone chair

in a field of sunflowers.

There is only the

gold of shadows,

and bees in their silent labor.

I sit and look out.

No prehistory lives here.

No one disputes the past.

The sky moves, spare and gray.

All of us together,

close the night's circle.


Bio:

Meg Smith is a writer, journalist, dancer and events producer living in Lowell, Mass., USA. Her poetry and fiction have recently appeared in The Cafe Review, Poetry Bay, The Horror Zine, Dark Dossier, Sirens Call, Raven Cage, and many more.

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