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          October
          by Gordon Edwards

          On a New England road
          at the height of Autumn,
          if the traffic dies
          for a few minutes
          and the wind is held
          you can hear each red
          and yellow leaf as it falls
          to the driveway
          like a crispy snowflake
          dancing on the asphalt.
          You wouldn't hear it otherwise
          and in a week or three,
          it will all be gone.
          But if you listen now
          and crane your neck a bit
          you may hear God whisper
          in the quiet of the fall.


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