Lost Maples
Barbara E. Foley

one beautiful October day
lying on my back
staring up at the bigtooth maples
with their kaleidoscopic leaves
all green and gold and orange
and the blue sky behind them
stretching into forever,
feeling gentle fall breezes
dance across my forehead
and savoring the sweetness
of being with

Copyright 1996, Barbara E. Foley. All rights reserved.

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