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Green leaves transform into an explosion of color.
Autumn rainbows slowly fade,
drying, withering, blowing in the wind.
Dropping. Floating on a gentle breeze
toward upturned faces.
Windburned cheeks with Cheshire smiles,
twirling into piles of crispy leaves, serving a purpose.
A soft place to land.
Lisa H. Owens
Shhh. Not a Poet!