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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Now Dry as the Leaves


In my own back yard
A puff of white flowers grow;
I rarely seen them.


 


 The shiny red chair
Finds itself in a new place;
First time in three years.





In the morning sun
Even a small clump of grass
Can look exotic.




What is this large leaf
That holds the sun in its grasp?
They call it a weed.



Luminescent leaves
Reflect in the mirror stream
Just before they fall.



Raggedy flowers
Spring up between the huge rocks;
Where else should they go?



Laden with ripe fruit
Crab apple tree weighs heavy--
Sweet, juicy apples.




Just one crab apple;
(That is all that I gave him);
And now he wants more.



Leaf strewn and empty,
Driveway held my memories,
Now dry as the leaves.











































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