And So It Seems
The leaves are still falling,
caught inside a whip of wind,
and I can’t recall such stillness,
the quietness of a churchyard.
And the sky’s so blue, the ground
in shades of yawning amber
and maple scarlet — which seems
unmatched in this light and shade,
all those leaves floating slow
and sure, called out to play
in a gust of wind. Summer memories
tossed, airborne, and now grounded,
this damp spot, fallen at my feet.
written for dVerse Poets: “Gardens”
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