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[Donna]

A fallen leaf that feels no pain 
I touch Autumn's serene, cool vein
Memory deals a shocking smack
An old but muted hurt comes back
 
Why now, this cruel delivering?
Fall's light is soft and forgiving 
Walking down a lonely path
One strewn with so much aftermath
 
I slide to Autumn's mellow side
Dried my tears in the crisp air's tide
Gather all the crimson and gold
Stuff them in the pockets fold
 
I shall wilt into a new tone
just like the colored leaves milestone 
The smell of woodsmoke calls me home
I remember, I'm not alone
© Donna H.
October 4, 2024