A Flying Leap


A Flying Leap
Crimson, gold and amber leaves,
fluttering like feathers in the breeze,
drift to the grass in which they settle.
I scoop them together
into a monstrous mound.

Taking a leap, I flop amidst the heap,
scattering the leaves in all directions.
Then, as the cool breeze returns,
stirring the crispy hues
I return…to reality.
-Alisa B. Bates-

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