sisters feeding robins
oh my how robin sings his sad sad song
perched atop window sill on monastery hill
long after summer suns and autumn breezes
flocks of butterflies sailed off overnight
leaving behind memories suppressed by the sun
abducting yesterday’s rainbow colored skies
candles give light to hallways and kitchens
chaste sisters making chocolates and caramels
tidbits for thrushes certain to arise come spring
october two thousand seventeen
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