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Monday, October 5, 2009


My flowering pear is peach in color…
Summer fruit with an autumn look

No longer blending to the rest
of natures’ landscape

Its richness and vibrancy
flows gracefully with
the direction of the wind

Gaining a relaxed rhythm
once lacking in the spring

It has depth, shadows, and remnants of life
nestled into the crook of embracing branches

A smell and feel, which generates
childhood memories, emanates in the
brisk breezes scattered about
from rustling leaves

Like cinnamon being shaken on apple crisp...


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