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The acorn sits, waiting for something to happen; a squirrel, perhaps, or maybe a child at play, or perhaps a sudden gust of storm wind; the little oak nut with a sturdy body and brown hat remains patient, knowing its time for travel will come

for #writeout

A small poem, written from memory; the ease of a joyful moment

Within outer skin, an apple's flesh tastes so sweet, except for the seeds

One lone leaf, fallen, from an old tree, now calling, silent, in Autumn

The stem is a path on the far edge of a map, leaning towards stories

With wind on its way, how many leaves will remain, from those here today?

for Algot

In the moment of the Eye, when the storm catches its breath - when the air becomes as still and settled as death – we wander remains of tree limbs and pine cones, the power of the unknown more present than not, then head for shelter as the wind kicks in and tightens its knot

for #ds106 and #writeout

Vestige of Night

Mesmerized by the light, fed by wind and breath

The last leaf of Autumn, finally falls

I hear it even now, later, in the heart of nowhere

Something is loosened by memory - the last vestige of night

A Call and Response Assay poem with Steve https://petespoemplace.blogspot.com/2025/10/vestige-assay.html?sc=1760178212665

Collaboration: https://youtu.be/RchVAVdVsFw

Lights against the sky in a spectrum of color; a vivid rainbow

Another straw man standing in a field of corn, startling no one