A Leaf Falls On Loneliness (For E.E. Cummings)
Every autumn, life's rich pageant of foliage peaks in the eastern deciduous forest. After the stunning array of color begins to fall, all that's left is the slow march to winter. It may be nature's intelligent design, but there's still something inherently melancholy about watching the leaves drop. Look around and pity each solitary and dignified descent before young soles trample them underfoot. Let these five confessionals prepare you for a season of the high lonesome — a time before a chilly mood meets the rake's progress.
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