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poetry by j matthew waters

Before the First Frost


Whispers could be heard
Beneath the leaves,
The ones fallen seasons ago
When there was no reason
To believe time would ever end.

Softly worded thoughts
Seemed to travel close to home,
Yet when trying to pinpoint
The source it became clear
It was something universal.

Out of disharmony beautiful
Music seemingly appeared,
Played by angels pretending
To be popular, nestled
Comfortably in the backyard
On a cool autumn evening.



march, two thousand eleven
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