a leaf is such a
simple thing
with veins arrayed
so perfectly
it changes colors to
pace time
its scalloped edges
or toothy rim
alert us to their
mission in life
and yet so benign
the majority
the occasional
poisonous ones still hide
and cause us a
blister or two
and so the autumn
reds, oranges and yellows
collect on the
forest floor
protecting the
ground from the coming cold
a patchwork quilt
for a sleepy world
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