The Leaves Come Tumbling Down

  An orange oak leaf drifts onto a rusted purple chair,          photo

A fuchsia-dipped pinwheel shines against the dark ground.photo

photoToo soon, too soon, their colors are gone and the leaves swirl into anonymous brown piles. At the mercy of rain, wind and rakes, they await their return to the earth, to the time when their dust will once more nurture mighty oaks and give birth to rich green life.

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