Poem – What Follows?

The sun rises and escapes
across the winter sky.

The moon replaces the sun
and the sky clears as

cold settles from the heavens
into the empty fields.

A strong wind emerges from the
ancient forest, a boundary

too late to cross as soon
the coyotes will take hunt.

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