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When wind scatters leaves, brown oak, golden poplar, and clouds drift across half moon illuminated like neon. memories shiver chills up the spine.
Douglas Bowman
SourceLicence:CC BY-ND 3.0
When wind scatters leaves, brown oak, golden poplar, and clouds drift across half moon illuminated like neon. memories shiver chills up the spine.
A windy autumn night becomes the trigger for a rush of memory in this short, quiet poem. The speaker watches leaves being scattered, picking out two colors: the brown of oak and the gold of poplar.
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