In the branches


I like the fall
The leaves are dead
veins
The maples crowns have stopped breathing
Then
They fall
Down to the ground instead
The bare boned branches whipped
From the
Wind
Watching the empty grey sky toss them around
Again
The sun matches their gaze and leaves hazy shadows
Beneath their barren trunks around noon
As if its cheering up the falls gloom.
Come back to life soon.

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