Sunday, October 3, 2010

A Journey

Everyone must take time to sit
and watch the leaves turn.
—Elizabeth Lawrence



A pale sun relaxes
The warmth is waning
Brown leaves,
the discarded detritus of autumn,
fly and float to the ground
Once I stacked them into pyramids,
jumped into a womb of leaves,
caught blossoms in my hair
lay on my back
and watched leaves drift down—

Linda Watskin © 2010
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