Feb 11, 2007 00:20
maple leaf plummet,
plunge to the bed,
ground soft coming
the soil well fed,
magicle meanings met
morning time moss,
dripping with slow slipping
drops of dew tossed,
from the branch
just shaken with haste,
squirrels chasing each other,
like children fast passed
world fleeting traditions,
we watch the customs of others
through our televisions..
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