David Taylor - leaves reflecting light

like thousands of mirrors in the light
they flickered in, then out, then in, sight,
all clinging to the branch of life,
all growing strong, all holding on,
until the chill of autumn comes;
you know it's true, but not said,
inside each me is you;
but then again in autumn's chill,
it is you, to which each leaf will fall.

David Taylor

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