A leaf
I found you on the carpet,
small enough to fit my palm
brown, giving away the notion
that you were one of the weak ones
that fell first,
shadowed, with mysterious crevices
hills and valleys all your own
shriveled, no longer youthful
but bent with age and dried
with your dying.
I find you beautiful.
2 comments:
That's neat- I like the way you used the spaces and commas in this one, it sounds really cool read out loud.
Dave
Truly has the warmth of autumn. Brown? I would call it gold...pure gold!
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