The Flight of the Leaves

Really corny little poem about leaves in the fall.

In cascading waves of crimson and gold

They take their descent,

Once so fresh, so full, so plump, so green,

Now grown majestic, fragile, small.

Their whispers carry from one to the next,

Tales falling subserviently against the grass.

They lie motionless and packed,

Quivering in the wind as they did when

Their grandeur was held in heights,

Their lips and tails interlink,

Chaining one to the next.

The lazy slug crosses their path,

Slithering along, impervious, oblivious.

He mocks them, his fat, long body trailing along

The path chosen for him without his consent.

They cry soundlessly, their faces gazing fruitlessly back

Into the sunset sky.

Reviews

[Steph's_romantic_myster..]

This poem shows you have talents you are not aware, read the poem agian yourself, its more than just a silly little poem about leave, read deeper, you may not have realized it, but you have abstractively one again, made this a poem that can be percieved diffrently for every reader....This poem isnt about leaves, to me , its about life, in general... Excellent work