Friday, October 19, 2012

pressed leaves


you go to the edge
of the woods
and collect leaves
to press against
the pages of a book
you'll never
read. maple and oak.
birch and pear.
you are saving
the markings of
another season.
yellow and red,
the blaze, the dull
brown. some as
bright as new love,
some green still,
with hope.
 

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