Last Fall

 

Yellow tears

drop from the ducts

of maple skies.

 

The fall cries

in descending circles.

Calm rains down,

 

baptizes flared sorrow

one on one

then one.

 

Trees rejoice,

then weep in offering

our golden silence.

Orange Leaves fall

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