She leaves a towel to soak in sunshine for a little while
somewhere
where summer’s dirt…fades
and breezes pick up pumpkin colored leaves
and Nature dashes about encouraging young bulbs to think of picnics with tulips
like the earth she blooms upon
she too,
will pick up her towel before winter rains
wash leaves out of her hair
for it is in her nature, to do that sort of thing…
Such a lovely and gracious poem, thoughtful
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