high on the hillside
a thousand autumn colours
from a thousand trees
evening on the loch
much quieter now that the geese
have taken their leave
clinging to the wall
every ivy leaf shivers
in the angry wind
twisted roots criss-cross
the forest floor - overhead
branches entwining
day in day out
the caged bird and the goldfish
side by side
silence in the lift
the door opens - freeing
us and our tongues
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