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Dead leaves

New Beginnings

Laughter of crisp dawn Mourning ends for all dead leaves as Spring takes the stage ¬©Vivian Zems Real Toads , Poets United #441, Sunday Muse #44  

Barren Trees

Where do dead leaves go? now mulch under falling snow daubed in mud and rain barren trees remain silent awaiting promise of spring ©Vivian Zems (#Tanka) Image by Donna Wilson Colleen's weekly poetry challenge #63~cover, precipitation synonyms

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