The Megaphone of Happiness 2

Quietly watching Sunday still
Low sun shadows play on bright
White curved birdhouse lines soft
Breeze convulses last leaves clinging
Hopelessly to late fall branches
Slowly dancing single golden flake
Falls to the leaf carpeted garden
Reflecting pond shimmers between
Islands of floating green and purple
Headed ducks motionless waltz
Bare branched thick trunk
Giants reach in skeletal strength
Eyes closed slow breath still

A revision of the earlier version of this poem posted 11/8/15

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