Tag: autumn
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leaves swept
I must go outside againto count the leaves fall :in their careful circled way.I mark for nowtheir gentle rotationsas they envelop me.Holding themselvesmore gently than mewhilst occasionallyletting themselvesfly float upwardthen coast downwardin their final whisperingkissing the ground.They’re piled now :a first draftere the rearrangingthat takes place -even whenmy half circling feet disturbs themthey find their…