Fallen Leaf

Thoughts of a fallen leaf.

My mother abandons me.

She turns me beautiful,

but then drops me from her branches.

I float to the ground.

I feel like decor that isn't needed,

now that I'm not fresh and green anymore.

A rake sweeps me away.

I'm joined by all my brothers and sisters

in a colorful pile as autumn fades.

My mother stands above me.

She's tall but plain,

proud but empty.

I am a fallen leaf.

I'm pretty but useless,

surrounded but alone.

Author's Note

This actually started as a song I made up. Hope you liked the poem!

Reviews

[Hazel Euy]

I like the feeling I get when reading this.

[SpiceCookie]

Thanks! :)