Saturday, October 22, 2022

On the Edge

The leaf on the edge 

of the porch is 

a gentle reminder 

how seasons change,

how one form morphs

into another,

how beauty doesn’t 

always dance in the wind,

how the leaf says, “I am you,

you are me.”  How I have

to agree.

 

-Byron Hoot

 hootnhowlpoetry.com

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