As we stand on the cusp of autumn and winter,
The birds fly off into the pink dawn
Early every morning
Looking like autumn leaves in the rising sun.
The stragglers skim the silver surface of the lake
In perfect and opposite harmony
Looking like little origami birds.
“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.” — Robert Lynd
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