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Flared dividers of shodden leaf
Humble fighter of rain and mud
The foxes snout prodding tree
Searcher of serenity
Constant fall of living flail
The distant playing in a pile
Futile entries in strength do pale
To quickened heartbeat in deepest wild
Far flung are autumn leaves
Scattered like dark ashes
Freed like amber prisoners
They form like wounded gashes
They leave the boughs— naked and bare
the opened flesh of maple— without thought or care
Their fall is a beacon,
a quick harkening
Of what approaches,
The cold’s awakening
The terror of cold invites them all
The fragile-ness of season’s pickings
Excuses none, includes us all
To hearken change without a cost
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Ellie Seng
I'm a Masters student, who's training to be primary school teacher
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