and sun-shower falling with the leaves
as I step from warmth to warmth
avoiding the shady spots
here on this stump
the light warms my hair
and shares its last dance with me
before it is boarded up for the winter
"Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. And all you can do is go where they can find you." ~ Winnie the Pooh
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