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Mountain of Leaves

  • Writer: Hannah Hemingway
    Hannah Hemingway
  • Oct 15, 2024
  • 1 min read


Leaves drift slowly to the ground, 

I rake them up, making a tall mound. 

Cold air surrounds me, 

I breathe deeply, feeling free. 

I jump high,

And the leaves fly.

Laying in a bed,

Of brown, yellow, orange, and red. 

I am at rest, 

In my cozy nest. 


 
 
 

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