I was there when the gold leaf fell
and the one that was scarlet and gold with a touch of emerald
I remember how that felt. I was there.
early in autumn St. Louis, on the boulevard
the pavements leading from school still unannounced.
even in dreams.
I was there when the gold leaf fell, the ochre one
the one that came sailing and landed before my feet.
it seemed to be singed from heaven. or a sacred script.
ave, on the wind shining and sweet..
it seemed a momentous thing
like an angel, each leaf, a message meant for me
meant for me then and now so many days past.
and still illuminating.
mary angela douglas 10 november 2020
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