Overnight
they fell,
floating
and curling
their way
through darkness
while I slept
and spirits
dozed, as
naked trees
bent to
the ground,
the face
of the earth
covered
its eyes and
the crickets
came inside.
* * *
Poem, Rusty Leaves, by Mary O’Connor, originally published in The Aurorean, Fall, 1998, and reprinted in Dreams of a Wingless Child © 2007 Wheatmark, Tuscon, Ariz. © 2007. Photo by Mary O’Connor © 2014.
Life Is Full of Sweet Spots 
Mary,
This has always been one of my favorites. Lovely and timely.
Love, Karen ===========
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Thanks. I thought, as I watched the last holdouts make their way down, that some might enjoy reading it!
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You have a beautiful way with words, I love how well your words express your admiration and appreciation of the wonderful creations of nature. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks! Makes me feel good to know that others enjoy my love for the wonders of nature!
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