Like leaves in oaks, I’ll learn to fall
from branches short or from to tall.
I’ll see the streets with other eyes,
as winds swirl me to other skies,
when autumn comes with rain or squalls.

I’ll learn to maul, detach, and haul
the auburn joy that is to fall.
For others sake, I will not rise
—————– Like leaves in oaks.

I’ll fall in sidewalks all in all
To be stepped, picked by few, by all
as people hear the pines’s long cries
as autumn comes with dark, grey skies
At last, I’ll decompose and all
—————–  Like leaves in oaks.

Written by: L.L.


July 20, 2014


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