Arc of Falling Leaves (Haiku Triplet) by Angie Minkin
We become crones— faces sewn in wisdom. Seams whisper beauty.
Wind blows, ash scatters. You float away—vanishing trick. When will I join you?
Pool of zig-zag light— we drift in humming stillness. Aspen leaves fall.
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Angie Minkin retired from a long career as an administrative law judge with the State of California and now spends her time rehabilitating her right brain. She practices yoga, takes dance classes several times a week, and loves to write poetry. She volunteers with a local non-profit that serves low-income immigrant families. Angie has two adult children and lives in San Francisco with her husband and two cats, all of whom provide inspiration. She escapes to the sun whenever possible.