Saturday 16 January 2010

Leaf






I watched a lonely leaf tumbling along the street the other day in the wind, so I thought I would write a poem from the perspective of a leaf in autumn.




Leaf.



I have fallen low from high,
From summers sunlit sky,
Into long autumn shadows,
That drape tired fields left fallow,
Sent to tumble and twist,
As a hostage to the wish,
Of the wind and all its whims,
For the directions it dictates,
Are now the master of my fate,
As alone amidst the crowds,
Of the others ranging round,
We flutter in our flocks,
Whilst night rapes with frosts,
The wilted naked branches,
As in silence death advances,
Turning us all into mulch,
Whilst winter sits and sulks.


























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