Leaf 🍂 time.
Being cast aside with a flick of the wind, fluttering in the breeze no longer.
No dancing shadows on the forest floor, no snatched glimpses of colour coded deer through a leafy veil.
Gone.
Discarded.
Dumped.
But if you look closely there are tight nubs of buds. Summers glory wrapped safe and fist tight against winters wrath. Formed even before the shivering shake down.
There is no end point nor beginning, just an on and on for more millennia and leaves, 🍃 than I can imagine.
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