losing the green…

seeing more

Again the dried leaves drift as they will,

they find their place,

they give up shape,

they make a final damp.

The trees just seem to let them go,

they waste away to litter,

the wind just seems to let them go,

they lose their green,

they come to earth,

a brittling maze, the huddled leaves,

they cease their swaying,

they cannot catch the sun,

nor make a shade,

they don’t look back

to scan the sky,

to see the bosky dells,

to gaze at vistas

that now attract the light…

The leaves have done

with hiding the thrusting trees

and the valley views

and the glades that tempt the doe

and the empty nests

that warmed the chicks…

November 7, 2025

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The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,

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