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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

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Categories: Art and Culture Nature Photography Poetry Poetry Recordings Rural Life Writing and Poetry

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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime 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.

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