Melancholy

A shaft of morning sunlight shone from beneath the mantle of cloud
to touch the tops of the still, turning leaves.
Just for a moment
washing them with the promise of the burnished riches
to be found in the depths of autumn;
then withdrew
leaving me alone again in the misty, grey-green morn.

– Melinda Schwakhofer, 2010

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