A Leaf and Me
Every autumn
One small leaf will still cling
To the top of the tree
Basking in the brittle light
Of a cold and windy afternoon
It seems not to know
That the season for gold
Has passed on by
With the ruthless hands of change
I, on the other hand
Sit looking out
At the nearly naked tree
With my own tunnel vision
And like the leaf
I grip the golden world,
Clinging firm and steady
Be it autumn, winter, spring or summer
Where the winds of time
Can't blow me far away
Until I'm good and ready
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Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
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