as the leaves fall it makes a sound to my eyes
every post holds a lost glove whilst I walk
and there are shadows of wooden sign posts
casting on trees
I don't know how that would make them feel
for all the shadows hold an echo
and the leaves tumble and some spin
to the piano notes I just heard
everything really is ok
maybe I can't stop a leaf mid flight
to prolong the beauty
but I can remember it
and be there and present
for the next time
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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