Dry Bones

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In the Fall
My dreams burst forth
Mimicking the trees
As they danced and shone
Enrobed, as they were,
In their lustful reds
And happy golds

And I watched
As they too fell
One by one
And turned brown
With decay
Then came a cool wind
And the sound
As they rattled up and away
…like so many dry bones
Clanking with glee

The beauty
That anguish
Will momentarily bring
The impact of every sense
More profound
Like the fire of a star
Burning brightest
With its last breath.

-LM Jones

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