Rusty Leaves

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Overnight, they fell,

floating and curling their way through darkness,

while I slept and spirits dozed, naked trees bent

to the ground, the face of the earth covered its eyes,

and the crickets came inside.

* * *

“Rusty Leaves,” from Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press, © 2007

Photo, Mary O’Connor © 2013


6 thoughts on “Rusty Leaves

    1. I’m so glad you liked this post and so many that I have posted lately. It always makes me feel good to know that others are enjoying them and inspires me to keep on posting! I hope that all is well with you!

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