The Air Grows Chill

The Yoshino cherry trees stand tall and full,
a few yellow leaves sprinkled like gray hairs
in their lush foliage.
When did they grow so old?
When did I?
The air grows chill.
Darkness approaches soon.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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