and so the leaf
already beginning to turn
deep inside its own cosmos
leaves me waiting, time frozen,
to watch the fall, to fall with,
and into arms outstretched,
grey hair blown by the wind
to kiss the earth, and crumble
back into sweet nothingness
and dirt waiting for the coming,
of the snow!
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