A red carpet of maple leaves waits undisturbed, Hartford, NY
leaf song
a gentle tapping
as the breeze blows,
on soft golden wings
leaves fall, coming
to rest on hard slate
as I watch, listening
more and more drift
down from the trees,
the sky, singing,
towards their end
scattered, shuffled,
under bright sunshine,
making sweet music
their last, I know,
on earth forever
Listen to this poem read aloud:
I've never really liked labels, I am this, I am that. But in the interest of introducing myself, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, home makeover aficionado, movie buff, practicing yogi, and aspiring world traveler. I think that's a pretty good list for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.
Jacqlyn Thorne 
Lovely! Keep writing beautifully
Thank you!