Monthly Archives: November 2011

the leaf.

  
though dead and dying still

i lay in curled carpets

to paint the grassy ground

my life continues briefly farther.

let final gasps of autumn’s wind

toss me higher to the somber sky

my dizzy dance remains

within a swirling mass

of fading crackling copper

and whispered wonder.

I’m chased in cantered cartwheels

and teasing twists

with silent squeals

across a country lane

toward my final place of rest

on forest floors of musk

to nurture life again.

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