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Colors lying all across the ground
yellow, orange, red, and brown
but I thought only of red
seeing this, after the trees had shed
because it’s the only human one
flowing through us until we’re done
It’s not what shows up on our skin
unless another, unkindly, breaks in
tearing us apart; instead of twirling
together, dancing and swirling
like the sweet, falling leaves
on the morning’s autumn breeze
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Yesterday, when I was walking
it was as though I could hear nature talking
This is what she said:
Ok, you beauties; my sweet color-changing trees
today’s the day; so everyone, drop your leaves
No need to hang on to that weight
Be free, let loose; the season will no longer wait
Now, all these winds will pass through that space
with no mark on your bared limbs, not even a trace
The high whistling of your summer has quieted down
Now the rustling below has become the most wonderful sound
First of winter, yesterday
but summer still hung on by its skin
we soaked it in with sun’s drenching rays
not knowing when bitter cold, might begin to seep in
Then, we may turn varying degrees of blue
as days can’t hold on to their light
and autumn leaves drop off to become fewer than few
aware that winter’s wind comes with such a nasty bite
I’m waiting for you
beneath the tree, in a chair
change everything if you dare
colors; the feel of the air
Oh, a leaf fell in my hair
Hurry back to me
spread your breeze across my skin
rustle trees and then
teach the leaves to dance again
I’ve missed you so, my dear friend
As nightfall begins
I always pray it won’t break
since dawn does each day
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Leaves fall from the tree
but they always land softly
then wind picks them up
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The wind is so cool
never does he put on airs
it’s just who he is
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Heartspell 