precious little one
look me in the eye & listen
to my words
for there are so few left
in this world
& I wish to bestow them
to someone like you
innocent & accepting
willing to secure them
for an undetermined
amount of time
willing to one day
set them free
by releasing them into
an uplifting wind
only to slowly descend
into your open arms
like late autumn leaves
july two thousand twenty
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I’ve seen that tree die before
long after exploding with
shades of every living color
I’ve watched her time and again
come to life by the breath of a
thousand birds
She lives in my heart and
comforts my ailing mind
sharing her knowledge with a
world dying for light
november two thousand thirteen
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I stood looking out the window
at a small pile of leaves
I had raked and forgotten about
Damn I thought
I can’t believe I left behind this pile of leaves
It was then as I had these thoughts the wind
came out of nowhere
hitting the pile of burnt colors
and sending them high into the air
Hey honey I yelled
you’ve got to come see this
the leaves are dancing
Crosswinds continued lifting the
leaves higher than eye level
twisting them into a stream of
irregular circular motion
fully fluid yet shapely
as if produced by a child
playing spirograph on a table
Hey honey I yelled
you’ve got to come see this
This time she leaned her head back
and turned her neck my way
What is it she asked – I’m reading
The leaves are dancing I said
you’ve got to come see this
First there was a pause as the
leaves continued to dance
and then there was closure
october two thousand thirteen
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autumn arrives right on time
a reminder that none of us
can forever enjoy
the endless days of light
early in the morning
when the sky is untouched
by a belated sun
you are awakened by little leaves
knocked around by tortuous winds
forming strength as a collective
and striking window panes
as if they were sheets of rain
nothing can escape the transition
into this slow death
where you are bound
to experience the creepiness
entering your soul
leaving you hungry and cold
and wishing for all things new again
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september two thousand twelve
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