FriendA Poem by Alice PatinkinA sonnet to a leaf: A.K.A. the only thing anyone should ever write a sonnet to.When I was young I did not have a friend So good as you who slept there on the ground In the season after the summer’s end Oh, joy when I your bright colors had found!
From the grey earth you caught my youthful eye I picked you up and called you my true love I spun you and kissed you and watched you fly I held you between my heart and my glove
Your life I did not know was fading fast You hid the truth beneath your vivid skin And I could not know what would come to pass As the cold air drained you dry from within
And many a friend I’ve had since that day But your memory still vivid does stay © 2015 Alice PatinkinAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAlice PatinkinVirginiaAboutHello! My name is Alice. I'm a Theatre major, English major and hopeless romantic living in the beautiful mountains of Virginia. Ienjoy writing poetry and short stories whenever I'm graced with the fr.. more..Writing
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