Finch-sized leaves
fall from maples
twirling forty feet
to fleck the ground with
sunshine
Both photos taken from my back yard in previous autumns. Our leaves here are just beginning to fall.
Sunshine
Wind Rush
Sharing the ephemeral joy of the moment
Finch-sized leaves
fall from maples
twirling forty feet
to fleck the ground with
sunshine
Both photos taken from my back yard in previous autumns. Our leaves here are just beginning to fall.
Wind Rush 
Beautiful!
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Dear LuAnne
& Poetry Muse,
October
Leaf painted
with wings of a finch
applauding
I fluttered
head over heels those
forty feet
Now a fleck
of maple sunshine
in your art
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I love this poem, dear friend (whose name I do not know). In fact I like it better than the one I posted. 🙂
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Your grok with the autumn leaf is living art, imho. The mere lunes it inspired still leave me ten in your debt for the inspiration from your last dozen. Thank you, dear muse. Your friend, I think, therefore, I am. 😉
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I really enjoyed your words here, LuAnne, and the joy of falling and colored leaves. That word “twirling” especially captures a unique movement of natural autumn.
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Thank you, Jet. There is a little patch of woods that I can see from my “writing window”. Throughout the seasons, the woods do dances. I love the autumn dance of the maples. Glad you dropped by and to to see a bit of my world here in MI.
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So beautiful, LuAnne.
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