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The Windows Rattle

The windows rattle.
The beeches and the oaks,
they rustle brown.
All the reds have faded,
and dropped away
on zonal winds.

Blue jays, crows,
the lone hawk,
a loon still diving on the open pond.

I didn’t see the stray snowflakes
when they passed this morning,
if they did.
I was bent over
and turned into the wind,
eyes shut.
A dog barks.