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Sara Norja

We've tumbled again into that time of year
when the wind wrestles with leaves once yellow
and red. Now they're grey with longing,
ribs sticking out
like a saint's. Our whispers of want
fly off with the leaves, unheard and scattered.
The steady dark comes creeping:
rustles, knocks, wears us down
till we sigh,
swallow sodden leaves and invite
the winter in.


Sara Norja has a master's degree in English and a predilection for tea. Born in England and currently settled in Helsinki, Finland, she lives for the wind, dance, and moments of wonder. Her poetry has appeared in new leaf magazine.

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