With Each Leaf I Fall

With Each Leaf I Fall

A Poem by Ironbutt
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Turning of the season is a time for Nature to relax its grip and time for humans to reflect and maybe too...release.

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 There is a bite in the air, familiar , welcoming...yet a bite,
time for the seasons to change subtle, yet... overnight.
 Morning calls for an extra layer or two...
reflections , a pause.... a memory of you.
 Reminding you to go back and grab a coat...
watching you go back with that silly mope.
 Leaves start their final decent...
wondering with each of their falls where the time has went.
 Leave fights when we should have been raking...
True love then no room for faking.
 Yes seasons come and change the scene...
wonder if you ever think of me.
 Holidays are of course around the bend,
probably will remember then,........
when like the season I will too have changed...
for from this tree no present came.....
There is a bite in the air.

© 2012 Ironbutt


Author's Note

Ironbutt
it is written as it was spoken.... relax, enjoy or pass on by.

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Added on October 15, 2012
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Ironbutt
Ironbutt

Martinez, GA



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Best at ease behind a BBQ grill, human to most, Vet, father, grandfather, biker, poet and lyric writer. Author of Red Clay Scholar, Tin Roof Memories, Mile Marker 101 and A Soldiers Notebook, all foun.. more..

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