who braided willow’s hair and left a shoe?
a question sways beneath October’s breath.
sky flickers blue where red and gold shine through,
the sun drifts slow along the edge of death
each leaf unbuttons light the season knew
crab apple tree binds glass in morning grains
as if the sea once hummed beneath its veins.
the forest ferns hold silence in its sleeves
soft needles fold the world in tender chains
what does earth dream on, beneath fallen leaves?
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