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Before Winter

Fall foliage has gone from startling to sober
and winds have stripped trees of leaves.

These late days offer the pedestrian
little more than reverie, and then

A sudden breeze jostles the remnants
to scatter curls of ecru-colored leaves.

Ecru is the word for soul in a language
lost to the tongues of the living and the dead.

– Dave Read

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