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.
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“Rusty Leaves,” from Dreams of a Wingless Child, by Mary O’Connor, Wheatmark Press, © 2007
Photo, Mary O’Connor © 2013