Sunday, November 8, 2015

Listening to Leaves Fall

I'm waiting quietly for her,
half listening for the jingle of dog tags,
mostly listening to the leaves falling to the ground,
I had never noticed how loud the fall is,
how much movement of leaves falling and
crunching against their already fallen compatriots.
the leaves were falling heavily, like hail,
I realized how many leaves there are on a tree
and how quickly they must fall before the 
arrival of winter,
I ponder all this until I hear the jingle
of dog tags and we continue on
our way.

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