Leaves
released to the wind and the cooling earth
to be broken, decomposed, decayed
Forsaken arms stretched skyward
bearing no gifts, only baring what nakedness reveals
Gaunt, gray fingers content to wait and wave
possessing no heated desire or urgent need
Autumn leaves, her vibrant dress now brown,
scattered in countless swatches on the wind
to fertilize tomorrow's dream perhaps
but now
unemployed.
~bsower~
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