please
please grant me
the simple beauty
of this leaf hung up on a twig
dancing
to its own brittle whispered
wind kissing words
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4 comments:
A real sign of Autumn, Steven.
A small but significant detail of decay.... and hanging in there...
and we have it!
(you inspired me today. well, you inspire me often.))
xo
erin
You know, I don't think we even need to ask. We just need to notice.
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