the maple leaves have yellowed
fallen from the maple’s limbs
undressing its silver bark
a rusty brown blanket
covering the yard
outside my window
the day is gray and sodden
there are snowflakes falling
in the gloomy morning
millions of fragile crystals
glowing
in the radiance of electric
light
their fragile-uniqueness
their distinctiveness of
being
becoming nothing at all
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