Thursday, October 18, 2018

When the Leaves Are Gone


When the Leaves are Gone

When the leaves are gone,
I miss their color and
the sound they make in a breeze.

But, I take note of the twists
and turns of the branches
and how they look against a blue sky.

I see beyond the places where
the leaves used to be and am surprised
by all that opens up before me.


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