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Apr/May 2008 Poetry Special Feature

Sevenling: Flying South for Winter

by Nicolette Bethel


Sevenling: Flying South for Winter

The Cambridge autumn glowed.
The maples dressed in gold.
The robins were all widowed.

Red feathers, gold trefoils, wet weather,
glum chimneys, short evenings, cold showers,
soft fogbanks, dark mornings, cold riversó

my collection included no lovers.

 

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