Autumn Leaves

Eddying leaves whirl,

swirl around me,

alerting me to tonal shifts,

to background music,

jewel colors,

the taffeta stir of rustling drifts.

Now in this season

of my birth,

I recognize an old motif:

mother to every

shifting wind,

sister to every turning leaf.

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