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Leaves in Flight
Oh to be an oak leaf dancing on a November wind, flying high toward the clouds, then tumbling gracefully down again to do-si-do and cha-cha with sister leaves, furiously twirling together, then slipping away, landing quietly on a rooftop somewhere before jumping up for another round! What joy–what freedom! –after a lifetime of clinging tightly…
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Sitting Among the Falling Leaves
The trees did sway In the breeze this way And that. And the leaves Did drop to the ground, Fall all around where I sat– The green and the brown, The red, orange and gold, They plummeted down– Like birds, so bold!– One landed on top of my hat.
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