Birth

The wind, the sun, the smell of this Saturday afternoon…magic.

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Birth

Like the moment
a maple abandons

its hold
on October’s leaf,

offers its love
to the wind,

a gentle tumble
over the rail fence,

a crimson light,
flickering as a flame

before the cold air
bids it farewell.

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