The leaves have fallen,
maple, oak, ash and birch,
from the many trees,
near our beloved church.
With foliage concluded,
vibrant colors no longer remain,
unlike in some ways,
but in others just the same.
They are now together,
equal and in the same place,
on the ground under each tree,
wind mixing them together just in case.
Now the same color,
varieties I can no longer tell,
just fallen leaves,
regardless from which tree they fell.
I no longer care.
nor do I search,
the leaves have fallen,
maple, oak, ash and birch.
By James Spain
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