The Lone Tree Ahead
It was a brisk day
and he was out walking,
going up the road
through a tunnel of trees,
slanting sunlight on his back,
the wind urging him forward,
billowing his pants and coat,
leaves raining down,
skittering and scratching past his feet.
At the top of the hill
the trees ended suddenly
and his vision opened,
the wind driving sunlight
at the lone tree ahead,
green, brown, yellow and red leaves
twirling,
a giant pinwheel of
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sequins,
spangling.
Copyright © Len Solo | Year Posted 2005
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