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Autumn leaves don’t have anything to hold,
The trees are letting go.
Slowly swirling in the air-
Dancing- they hit the ground.
The leaves crunch below my feet,
Making noise so apprehensively.
The wind caresses my face,
Suddenly stopping without warning,
The dancing ceases-
Summer, is coming to it’s end.
| I always write a lot of inspirational pieces about the seasons and in autumn I see the death of that beauty as life for something else - the nutrients, in death, it provides is again, life giving.|
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|| Posted on 2007-06-11 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] |