Rusty Leaves

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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.


4 thoughts on “Rusty Leaves

  1. 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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