autumn leaves explode . but the morning light chooses . which ones to highlight
pulling the last rays . from the autumn sun, the leaves . do their final job
the daylight moon hangs . framed by the changing fall leaves . like an afterthought
leaves sharing a branch . curious how they can change . at different times
something unneeded . at the moment, might be good . just to keep on hand
reaching for sunlight . is where trees and grasses meet . and compare their glow
in the story told . the bird heroically flies . minus one feather
only afterward . can damages be assessed . and repairs begun
someone dropped a jar . of olives, leaving behind . a strange metaphor
their petals open . with each sunrise, expecting . a beautiful day
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