Like Burgundy Leather

The rich color of the oak
the leaves before their falling
shining in the morning
brightly in the sun
Like burgundy leather
stiff in the cold breeze
standing firmly, at attention
as if calling me to look
to take their picture eagerly
to share the love of God

November 18, 2010
oak leaves below the hedge by our front door
7:42am, November 18, 2010
Suncook, NH





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