not a simple leaf—
great, inimitable nature.
gratitude in heart.
I don’t know about others, but on my walks I see fallen leaves, and each one is so attractive, so soul-stirring to me. I like them on the trees, in the air as confetti, and on the ground. It's a Brisbane Box leaf.
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Seema Patel
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They sure seem like confetti. Loved your photo and Haiku!
I love looking at all the different shapes