Blushing leaves

By Niki Radman

 

pitter patter

gentle drops twinkle

in the misty cold

flirting with

 

a leaf

 

descends

feather-like

into shades

of muddy-brown, dirty yellow

and specks of aurora red

 

blushing

aging

dying

 

a minute of silence

this is not a time for words

a moment to

 

inhale

the scent of nature

wet earth and somewhere

a campfire

conjured up between the

tightly wound branches

in the forest of the mind

 

like autumn dreaming of winter

 

a blushing leaf longing for crisp snowflakes

 

and the melody of

drops

unrivalled

unchallenged

in their silent, soothing

pitter patter

 

listen

 

the world stands still

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