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It's That Time of Year
by Connie K. Walle
leaves let go their hold
drop through the air
not standing still but travel
carefully with no harsh thoughts
while the
trees stand with their
root in the grit of the earth
holding still while the
leaves
float one by one quietly against
the loud blue of the sky
before it
turns black as crows
and noises of the day
fade to quiet and all stubborn
thoughts
come together in agreement.
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