Last Leaves

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I was reminded of a photograph I took several years ago showing the last two leaves at the top of a tree. 

This poem was birthed by that memory. 

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Last Leaves    -    30 Oct 19 

Wind and rain 

Shake the trees 

Finally remove 

The last leaves 

From the dark branches 

Now naked they remain 

Till Spring again clothes 

The spidery forms 

Against the sky 

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In my memory I can still see the leaves. 

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