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Petals flurried in the wind,
gusts rushing white clouds.
A final hoo-rah,
a perfect storm
before bare branches.
We sit and watch,
petals in our hair,
mischievous tendrils of air whipping.
We sit and watch
with wonder, this blessing,
yet we forget our own.
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 8:42 PM UTC