paviel
On water smooth as glass sentinels stand on mirrored floors as they float on life's illusion.
The Burn Pile in Fall
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The Burn Pile in Fall
Dead leaves and limbs
Gathered as they fell
Cold temperatures weakened
High wind blown
Trimmed by the caretaker
Piled high together
Burned to ashes
I do love how the smoke
Spreads until it disappears
Into the very air we breathe
As the ashes become the very soil
That feeds our minds and bodies
©PViel
Dead leaves and limbs
Gathered as they fell
Cold temperatures weakened
High wind blown
Trimmed by the caretaker
Piled high together
Burned to ashes
I do love how the smoke
Spreads until it disappears
Into the very air we breathe
As the ashes become the very soil
That feeds our minds and bodies
©PViel
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