"Sleep"
The fall makes me want to fall asleep in brown leaves.
That's why it's called fall.
It's a call to fall asleep with mother nature.
Like my mother took her final sleep in the autumn's rest place.
On the shelf is a shadow of shade.
White particles of filtered sunlight are blocked by a philodendron plant.
Books are collecting dust and resting lazily in a haphazardly manner.
The sunlight hits them at a bent angle.
I love the beautiful, deep, dark, mystery of fall.
By Jonathan Billet
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