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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. love,peace,joy&smiles to share ![]() ![]() ![]() tif ![]() | Posted on 2007-06-11 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | |