I heard John Burroughs
in the Autumn woods today
he said
“How beautifully leaves grow old.
How full of light and color are their last days.”
not if I wanted to
But after their light is dimmed
and after their color faded
Autumn leaves still grow old beautifully
becoming Winter leaves with
the common decency to leave
some of themselves behind
I hope to grow old like that
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