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August 15, 2011

Already flutter down the yellow leaves
of my walnut trees in mid-August an
event reserved for fall.  I find their 
innocent turning twirling drift completely 
charming.  My neighbor fearful of falling 
walnuts had hers cut down in the prime of 
its large life.  I find this unfathomable.
I love the sound of the big green nuts
plunking on the roof of my house or dropping
on the soft earth, oh not as much as I love the 
leaf fall but still, that too has taken up lodging 
in the ramshackle boarding house of my heart.

1 thought on “August 15, 2011

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