I love your use of imagery in this poem, and the feelings of a love that has passed. Hits close with me, as I have let love blow away in the wind.... Reminds me of something like Kohoutek by R.E.M. 

Is this some sort of pre-death experience? Who is the female character speaking? Does she embody the spiritual world? I say this because of the effect of leaves and her voice. I am confused as to what this poem is doing, meaning-wise. For me, it could work from the point of clarity before death in some pre-civilization time. Cool vibe throughout.  

There's either a typo or grammar error in "they shook bellow as well" I can't seem to figure out what it means otherwise. I love the beginning. "no slobber and slap" is a great line. I thought "of rushing water" took away from it because it was on its own line. Maybe joining the two would help because the line before is longer.

“There’s wisdom in the Autumn leaves” 
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she said
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tongue lightly pressed against teeth and cheek
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no slobber and slap
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of rushing water
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the chasm of her mouth spoke with
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eloquence
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“The elk’s mournful gasp,
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the Pharaoh’s God,
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tinder shacks,
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the river tears of mountain beasts
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all breath the air of Autumn leaves”
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The last word she spoke sent out 
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the shivering crackle of dry oak leaves
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they shook bellow as well
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They layered on the silence
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and moved 
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with whistling winds
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“Will they ever reach the sun?” I asked
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trees grasping at the blue mirage
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But she was gone with Autumn leaves
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I feel the wolves breath on my shoulder
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https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5wmqfk/for_oscar/debck91/
https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/5wjqm7/the_biography/deaoblc/

Autumn Leaves