Each one unaware

of its purpose,

Their destiny so clear

to us who observe

them as they create

the many mosaics,

and masterpieces

of crimson, Indian red and sienna

 

They individually

drift away so free,

and eloquently

some even aloofly.

 

How lucky my eyes

that I get to see them fall

Another Autumn to recall.

 

Photos by Melba Chirstie (all Rights Reserved)

 

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