she used autumn leaves
as parchment
and wrote about
the sound of silence
on Palatino Hill
she traced old veins
and let ink smudge
and blend with ginger
she imagined a leaf
held new wisdom between
each tip and curve
and the deeper she sank
into fawn coloured paper
the easier it would be to
let go


But I love autumn so it's easy to win me that way...







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