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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:56 pm
A shift
And I fall
My bed is no longer green
It holds no life
Holds me
A breath carries me to me final resting place
Lies me gently down
Upon a hard ground
Strong arms stir me
Stuff me into bundles
My sisters comfort me with their closeness
Then
I'm broken
I'm dried up and snapped in half
Good for nothing but nourishing the ground.
Such is the life of a leaf.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 2:16 pm
Wow. Just, wow. I have a particular soft spot for poems that characterize inanimate objects, so I really enjoyed this. It goes along quite nicely with the fall season, too. I think I'll be watching my step from now on just to avoid stepping on leaves!
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