from heaven estranged,
the light that looked back
on Eurydice the earth,
frozen now, between life and stone.
waving leaves, friends of sun
beg free light not to part,
bathed yellow in early fall
they lose hope soon,
free light retreats from winter's coming
those remaining jump to catch up,
but are caught,
by the weight of their sentence,
spin silently,
in adoration,
crisped leaves onto winter's earth.
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