Aimlessly floating, with each faint breeze
a thin ripple of color comes,
drifting…
down.
To the left, to the right
orange, brown, and red is all I can see.
Released into the air,
they flit all around.
Like monarchs in flight,
hardly a sound.
Spinning and turning,
end over end, a slow…slow
summersault
to the…
ground.
A colorful journey,
for me to see.
In Mary’s woods…my God!
This is home for me.
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