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Last Leaves

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I woke up a bit early the other day. The morning light was just showing its face, and as I looked out the window I saw the last of autumn’s leaves falling from the fruit trees.

As the wind kicked up, a few more leaves dropped and swirled around on the ground, then up and over the fence.

Here are my thoughts on autumn’s Last Leaves –

Like paint from a painter’s brush

The last leaves of autumn begin to fall

In the wind

Tiny parachutes of color

Each unique in nature’s perfect way

Some paint the ground

Some paint the sky

Beauty surrounds us

Take some time today to watch the leaves fall.

The Call

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I’ve mentioned before that autumn or fall is my favorite season.

Last year I was sitting in my yard and wrote this poem. I’d like to share it with you.

It went out a few days ago.

I heard it,

My faithful rescue dog did,

The Japanese elm in the yard did,

The buck with the velvet antlers, that I saw on my hike yesterday, did as well.

The hummingbird at the feeder just nodded that he heard it too.

Even the clouds heard,

The Call of autumn.

Have a wonderful autumn day!