before winter

leaves racing over ground play music like falling rain –
leaves turn to confetti beneath our tread
(back and forth to any place)
we stretch cool faces into it, that autumn-cast wind,
a slow breeze here, a rushing there,
then wide gusts blaze over the Midwest prairie,
bending tall grass, small trees
and dying sunflowers

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