Process

the tree
feels
the leaf
slipping away
slowly
long before
it falls;

the strong
spring grasp
lets go
one day
at a time
til’ the fall
wind
pulls
them apart

and a
cradled
drifting
falling
away and
unto
the ground
and the
burying
snow

only
to return
again
and
again
in endless
embrace

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