Monday, November 3, 2014

Turning to Sunlight

A few leaves come dancing down to the desert floor
Mirrors of the cottonwood leaves still above
Still airborne
Still clinging to the tree
In the constant breath of the canyon
Where the water ripples,
Pushes and rumbles
The leaves lay a soft noise on top of it all
Each one turning to the sunlight
To dark
To light
To shadow
Two sides in constant motion

-Kevin Slick

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