Poetry leaves

Early morning are the leaves
That fall by the road, on dogs
Dealing with tails hard to sleep.

Poetry comes, leaves to trees,
The dogs included ,dreaming.
They dream dreams of leaves.

Laburnums are a yellow falling,
Dogs under them poem words.
We see no leaves from flowers.

Poetry like leaves comes before
Ripe fruits on our absent nights,
As absence grows ripe on trees.

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