|General Poetry posted March 12, 2014|
Checking the ground where I walk.
Consider the Fallen Leaf
Consider the fallen leaf--
how it lies on the ground. Consider.
Torn from the mother branch,
dry and wrinkled away, twisted and turned--
so we think.
Consider the fallen leaf.
I held one of them today.
Cold, it clung to my hand
seeking warmth, or a friend,
I tried to reshape it...
but my terse hands
couldn't cuddle such a fragile thing,
and it crumbled,
on one fold of my ragged skin
and, upon my hand opening,
it flew away
like sacred golden dust ...
But one remained on my palm:
that we always leave something behind...
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