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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
Heartspell 