Shadorma #53

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October,
we expect fallen
leaves, winds blown,
not this hot
day of raging thunder in
a tropical storm.

skat@2019

Shadorma #44

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Last year’s leaves
on oak still linger
soon will be
season of
spring we’ve so long waited for—
a song-sparrow sings

skat©2019

Letting Go

Windy winter day:
Oak relinquished brittle leaves—
I mistook for birds

skat©2019

Shadorma #20

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Mesmerized,
by blowing leaves, my
cat sits at
the window.
His head traces rise and fall,
every muscle tensed.

skat@2017

Against The Wind

Oak’s crisp brown leaves cling,
gathering all their might to
hang on until Spring.

skat@2017