Sleeping Giants

Autumn heather
Sighing across

The swollen chests
Of sleeping giants,

Winding roads greased
With anticipation,

Thirsty streams
Reaching for rainfall,

Scattered trees bowing
To the winds,

A sky that cracks
Ambidextrous,

All whispering
Lost songs.

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