Always

. . . But what is there

to be sad about? The moon

will wax orange, the trees

glow golden, and berries

pop their crimson heads out

for one last look before snow.

–Excerpt from “Always” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016).

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