I haven’t seen any leaves fall
this Autumn
They’re still up there, as though
waiting, waiting
The air seems
impregnated with anticipation
roots restless
a certain change in the breathing
of tree trunks,
among the grasses a nervous sighing
whisperings in the night
Yet, it’s almost like they know
something’s coming
You can sense they’re waiting for
something to be set right
Perhaps they’re waiting…
for the winds to arrive
©
Ishaisms 
Nice! ❤
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