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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
 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
 come together in agreement.


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