Walking on Leaves

Walking through the autumn woods

I stop

And look around.

The leaves are falling;

Dry and brittle, but colourful.

Like your spirit;

Like self-confidence.

If you step on it

It cracks and crumbles

But though it is broken,

There's always some left over.

So this time

I am not afraid to be

Walking on leaves.

Author's Note

This is a bit weird and i don't really like it but oh well.

Reviews

[Greg Skura]

Nice analogy! I enjoyed this poem it is to the point and accepting of what life has to offer " I'am not afraid to be walking on leaves". Thank You for sharing!