Fallen Color

Seasons golden, rustic colors

shed from the aged old tree.

I lean in against it in autumn’s passing

I feel the leaves falling free.

I step gingerly at its base,

pigmented color, bark’s earthy smell.

Feeling the gifts of ground and soil

symphony of change begin to swell.

©   CMM  2015

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