Autumn Leaves, acrylic AVR 2005It's a song, each note a leaf falling from a tree,
each pause, silence as it hangs on some levee;
it's imagery whispering in soliloquy
with a hammock below in cantabile.
Softly the breeze comes blowing, cool and free,
picking leaf after leaf from the sturdy tree;
each an event of the tree's long history,
and the youth in me, in sweet memory. ~
Living with Nature, AVR
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