Leaves

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The shade is under my feet. It all fell out of the trees. sunny in november…

It looks like the trees were sprinkled lightly with leaves. They float there on invisible branches.

I catch one as it spins toward earth. This leaf has never yet touched the ground.

I cannot name my favorite color. It’s up to to the Tennessee trees. Which ever color they choose to be on November the 9th.

Are you amber, maroon, or green? I can’t tell. Are you gold or red? No longer in the trees, they cover man’s path instead.