I will shed stars like the trees shed leaves
said night to herself pondering everything
then all the children will rake up the stars
and their faces will glow with me with
what is left of me that was brightest, that was good.
it will be this way,
and then it wont ever be again
the dews gathered until dawn
it was night weeping her lights away.
the autumn cried.
but the children were happy
in the morning.
mary angela douglas 9 november 2022
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