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Ash Leaves by Doug Tanoury Overnight, The ash leaves have changed To ochre. Occasionally, one will drop to the lawn I'll watch Its feathered fall that is more a floating, A delicate Drifting in zigzags to the ground, Spinning and twisting In sailing motions like a fishing spoon Swimming In clear Spring waters. This is The season of change and letting go, Of quiet Release and things shed in gentle winds. There is Alchemy in Autumn mornings That turn Base things golden and paints in Brilliant and Burning pigments upon each branch The stored up prismed And spectrumed light of August Sunsets. |
