Another leaf falls.
A testimony
That I am.
To what end?
I know not.
I continue to be;
absorbed.
In a charade,
of chores,
until..
another leaf falls.
A reminder
that
this too shall pass
like it did
the day before.
Forget I will,
like I did
the day before.
While
another leaf falls.
A fear
Will another be?
Just as green?
With flowers
for company?
And then what?
A new canvas?
A new pallet?
With hues familiar
to ponder upon?
Just as..
another leaf falls..
I react.
To move the plant
into the sun.
And water it.
Even talk to it.
For it must grow!
Healthy, happy, tall
And…
Another leaf falls.
1 comment:
beautiful poetry, and a little painful, like the breath that first come in full of life, and leaves full of long-lived love. Love your poetry dear I Me My
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