None But GodA Poem by TobinJust a whimsical metaphor about the lives of leaves and people...None But God In the twilight of a season One cool November day A single leaf departed It's home since early May It spiraled down so softly In lazy arch's of grace And found in maiden flight A final resting place With a soundless whisper It lit like angels breath Upon a pool of glass And quivered to it's rest Then tiny silken ripples That sparkled in twilight Shimmered towards the shadows Of the fast approaching night As with that golden leaf Those ripples came and went And noticed none but God Another Autumn spent In perfect revolution The seasons axle spins But seasons are just a
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Added on December 27, 2016 Last Updated on December 27, 2016 Tags: Autumn, Angel Breath, Leaf AuthorTobinSan Diego, CAAboutI write science fiction, and have just finished a trilogy. Book one is at the copy editor now, and will hopefully be available in the next few months. Books two and three have had the initial edit, an.. more..Writing
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