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Two Red Leaves


Along my way I find two red leaves,
brown edges, shades of fall's change.
Softer than expected, veins of truth, Life's turn,
Love's reassurance that all is as it should be.

Careful warns the dove, nature is eternal,
humankind's tenure is falling like the leaf,
a tumbledown reckoning with nature's truth.
Careful, man. Careful, woman. Careful child. Wind.

The tadpole wiggles and swims about the rocks,
soon the little fellow will change, like the fall,
or get eaten by something bigger.
Creation has no foe, no predator to take its place.

The moon is now but distant in my memory's trace,
a face of Love and Forgiveness brightly lit, intended.
Careful, says the cricket. Caution, pleads the Blue Jay.
Cherish Home, demands Creation alone. Red leaves.

Remember, remember, remember, crows the raven...

© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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