the moon is waning
even oak leaves are falling
sharp bright stars now shine
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let them fall, all brown
though they cling with reluctance
let all of them fall
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in winter the leaves
have all fallen to the ground
traffic now sounds loud
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leaf blowers have stopped
gone are the oak leaves that were
falling quietly
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we’re quick to move on
but the seasons each take time
may we look to this
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