AUTUMN LEAVES
Drifting downward to deepen the duff
Settling to steep into soil, and sleep
Glittering golds glide to ground and will gentle to greys in time
Bright brilliance riding the breezes will subside to soft browns
Quakings & quiverings will quiet into acquiescence
Bones of branches will bare themselves naked
I too feel myself falling
To float down
to dream
to drop
to deepen
Sink into slumber
Let go and listen in
Winter’s silence is calling
The leaves, and me, readying the ground for next year’s growth
~Barbara Brown
Autumn Gold, Oil on canvas miniature, 5″ x 5″
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