The Gentle Fall

The leaf descended slowly,

slowly.

At times uplifted by the wind,

at times blown astray.

The sun pierced, the veins glowed;

a crimson brilliance suspended

in the thickness of the air.

 

It settled lightly

into the arms of old friends,

welcomed into the soft mosaic of color

beneath the maple tree.

 

 

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