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Blue sky winks
In creek’s mirror
As autumn’s leaves
Float silently by.
Tree trunks
Reflect back darkly.
Wind walks,
Whispering to itself,
As it moves through treetops.
More leaves trickle down.
Their summer’s work
Completed, too.
Swirling, turning,
Grouping, bunching,
Making patterns
In kaleidoscope-fashion.
Ever-changing and magical
Are God’s mysteries.
2010 © Dawn L. Huffaker
All rights reserved.
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