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The autumn leaves can dazzle us with their magnificent colors: deep red, purple, yellow, gold, bronze, in countless variations and combinations. Then, shortly after having shown their unspeakable beauty, they fall to the ground and die. The barren trees remind us that winter is near. Likewise, the autumn of life has the potential to be very colorful: wisdom, humor, care, patience, and joy may bloom splendidly just before we fall to the ground and die.

As we look at the barren trees and remember our dead, let us be grateful for the beauty we saw in them and wait hopefully for a new spring.

As I look out the window,
dogwood blossoms turn away from
me, as though I were illegal or alien,

look toward the rising sun, where
I see a flag blowing in the wind.
That is; I see the flag, if I cock my

head in just the right manner
and squint. At any rate, I see
a house. And before the spring

foliage began to blossom into what
will become its summer green, I could
see—with a similar amount of odd

eye crossing and head movement—
that a second house had been
built beyond the leafless trees.

 

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