stricken are the fallen leaves
yet not with existential pain
though unlike us who Autumn fear
with joy that life will rise again
in glory be their golden ends
as they become one with all things
no sacrifice is theirs to spend
they resurrect as doth the Spring
I’ll be back indulging in your blog soon. Love your words. I’m just not a big socializer but I do read and not just hit the like button!
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Same here
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