Mightier than a gentle breeze
Gentler than a mighty wind
The leaves rained down
Covering every surface in a layer of muted colors and me
I pause to note that perhaps there is one leaf upon me for each goodbye I have said this year
And I brush them away lightly
The sun is warm and the chimes sing a simple song
I am receptive to its unformed melody
How to capture this gentle wildness?
Perhaps not
Perhaps it is as fleeting as the leaves that lingered awhile
Their shade is gone
Now they blanket the Earth
I shall not remove them
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