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Arrival by Randy Wayne Spire

 

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The trees are green no more

and there’s a chill in the air

Inviting

Biting

Something’s coming

 

4

Branches reach for the heavens

as leaves whisper from dark boughs

Speaking

Shrieking

Something’s coming

 

3

The earth opens like a mouth

The ground shifts and falls within

Quaking

Taking

Something’s coming

 

2

The sun winks from distant peaks

Shadows streak and run away

Seeing

Fleeing

Something’s coming.

 

1

Dark touches the world

The once colorful becomes colorless

Shading

Fading

Something’s here.

 

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