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A full supermoon in early October.

The night air still warm
under the fullest full moon —
we’re weary down here.

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The pre-dawn sky a light steely blue with gray clouds floating.

The sky, not yet blue,
I think I know about loss —
but of course, I don’t

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Old field asters bloom in early October.

Old field asters bloom,
fresh gold faces in autumn
for winding-down bees.

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The sun getting low in a blustery looking sky with grasses and cattail leaves blowing in the foreground in early October.

The sky like a sail
over the green cattail pond,
each blowing apart.

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An eastern bumblebee feeds on panicled asters in early October.

Intent bumblebee —
unaware of his soft stripes,
impossible wings.

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A milkweed husk broken open to show seeds against a dark field in early October.

In the darkened field,
the milkweed husk breaks open,
all the souls intact.

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A large pink begonia bloom on a wall in late summer.

A blooming wall, thick
with begonia and coleus
just starting to fade.

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A cabbage white butterfly about to land on a pink zinnia in September.

If this isn’t nice...
at the garden by the woods,
Mr. Vonnegut.

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A large white cloud with dark blue sky and stars above it.

Grief is its own thing,
it shoulders out a clear mind,
shortens every breath.

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A large white cloud with dark blue sky and stars above it.

Sharp clouds moving in,
we’re casual under stars,
this September night.

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A dry thistle flower head in September.

Along the deer path,
next to the pond full of fish,
stars fall to the ground.

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Milkweed seeds loose in the husk in September.

Milkweed gone to seed —
like soft exclamation points
they mark beginnings.

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A morning sky filled with loose clouds dramatically lit turning orange and gold.

The scent of wet earth
drifts into his sniffing nose,
us two, up early.

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A handsome black and white dog lies in the grass with woods behind him on a sunny day.

Lying in the grass,
tonight he’ll dream of running
on that forest path.

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A waning crescent moon with Venus close to it against a pink sky just before dawn.

Maybe a rosehip,
petals fade and fall away —
the moon and Venus.

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Sunflowers in a jar in an interior with sun shining on them.

Still life in dark times,
pollen collects on shoulders
of the sunflowers.

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The sky before sunrise with Venus, Jupiter and a sliver of a moon.

Just us this morning,
Venus, the moon, Jupiter,
unnamed and untied.