Leaves

Leaves

    fall. What was

      Green and new, fades.

Crimson,           Amber,            Gold.

     Shades of dying; unsatisfying. Cover

      the street; crinkle beneath feet. But

   Spring: a new chance.

  And sprouts:

Apple,

Olive,

Lime.

Shades

of

living;

forgiving

Second                       shot;   

 a                                                  new

train                                                                    of

                                                                                                  thought.

[Rachel Brough]

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