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“ a single freckle “
I caught the falling of a single freckle.
As I noticed her cousins laying like litter upon the ground.
Sharply contrasting the varying green tones within the lawn.
It’s freshly trimmed look providing level backdrop.
I glimpsed another free falling, its wavering glide in a barely
noticeable breeze.
As if each leaf was being directed to lay in pattern.
Another Autumn original, painted and meant for each observer.
Slowly a memory began to form.
From back when I wore a much younger mans clothes.
A slight twinge of my lips, as a smile began to form.
Perhaps just another lucid moment, from a very gentle kiss.
A long ago walk upon an Autumn day, a slight mist in the air.
As we entered a glenn, filled with last cutting of season.
The hay laid in neat furrows, ready to be bundled
and moved to the barn.
The scent as overwhelming as slight upon the far side.
The hills of October all adorned in Autumn’s bouquet.
Like the painting that lay before me, soon to be gone
