Late Fall Leaves Poem by Harlan Simantel

Late Fall Leaves



yellow

a few remaining
sun-transparent leaves
free for the seeing
out my apartment window

the birch is quietly undressing
for winter

its skinny arms and hands
reaching to the sky
a day later
to catch oregon snowflakes

'be still'
the tree tells me
'and know that i am evidence
there is a magical Creator'
who is beauty
and wonder
and mystery
always giving
pleasure to our senses

the best in life is free
from our amazing 'Thee'

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Harlan Simantel

Harlan Simantel

Hillsboro, Oregon USA
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