*POETRY WARNING* Leaves

By débora Ewing
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photo by @rageMichelle or @RandyMCombs and most of the time they leave it at that

tell me a story in sticks and leaves
painted faces, with'ring veins
we converse in falling -
yours yellow, mine angry
aflame in amber-red
as the last caterpillar creeps
o'er the doorjamb
dressed for snow
 *Leaf-painting by @RandyMCombs. @rageMichelle is his muse
 

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