Saturday, September 15, 2012
Messengers of Fall
Autumn tip toes
in the dark of night
tapping down early leaves
one here, one there
to be dusted with dew
to be found and plucked
up by the hand of a child
to be hand-carried
to show, to share
with classmates.
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