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I have a river of leaves
coursing around my house.
The reds, the golds, and browns
have swirled around
till they look like marble icing on the ground.
Along the fence they snake and drift,
and break where the wind curls round the gate
then back again
to pile and nestle
as if hiding from the cold.
Around my feet ripple
dappled leaves
lapping, flowing,
swirling eddies
in the wake of a dancing wind,
shuffling, rustling,
splashing upon an unknown shore.
Heated by the hazy golden late summer sun,
freckled musky scented leaves
percolating,
penetrating the breeze,
caressing my skin,
suggesting
with gentle nudging,
reflections and memories
of time gone by.
Written by Ann Glasgow
Copyright ©2007
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