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An Annotated Study in December's Leaf Litter
Leaves fallen are summer’s tabernacle
Upon earth as altar, bearing life within
And life without: children, a protesting squirrel
And that storied grasshopper, unprepared
Neither blanket nor carpet, but a studio
Of life, in which cellular structure frames
The secrets of green chloroplastic life
And graphs the sweet, wind-chorused songs of summer
They fall asleep for a time, to awaken in spring:
Leaves fallen are summer’s tabernacle
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