Tuesday, November 09, 2004

There Go the Leaves

the neighbors are once again
visible through the trees
the grass is still green
though no longer broccoli dropped in boiling water green
it is mottled with patches of dead yellow fuzz
and spotted with camel leather brown leaves
that are waiting for the wind to carry them down the hillside

Pathetic. I used to be good at this. Am forcing it. Off to search beading sites.

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