After a windy night, the whole horizon is visible beyond the trees. I watch one of the last oak leaves float down, rocking, taking its time.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
After a windy night, the whole horizon is visible beyond the trees. I watch one of the last oak leaves float down, rocking, taking its time.
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As with so many of your poems, James, this gives me comfort. So lovely in its simplicity and wisdom.