A Leaf's Journey Downstream
Flowing downstream, over the well washed stones
The water carries the newly fallen leaves
Beautifully corroded in colors of yellow, red, and brown
Belonging to the stream and to the earthen bliss
The remnants of the mighty tree’s glorious statement
Offering its only poignant ways of life’s given theories
Those of the Autumn desires to bring with it deliverance
That of being in reality of one’s own self, versus sending
Pieces of nothing, which the tree never harbors truthfully
In any avenue of the streams desires to wash ashore
The banks of its only pebbles and stones which keep
Some of the leaves as souvenirs, reminders of times
And days which the Earth brought weather gracefully
To its own self metered, sun bathed, water splashed
Equally spaced sounds of a trickle, downwards it flows
And holding a form of what once was a majestic
Plant, stronger than most of the Earthly sages
Lovelier is its descending powers of light emitting colors
Washed with Earth mud, and dirt, and the life giving
Water that supply’s all living things with support
In which to live, Autumn carries much delight in its dance
Of the married leaves, those that grow to become
The great ones, those that make it to full yellow
Or to extreme red, or even to complete orange
These wild leaves, hold a true, non-self-centered degree
Of existence, blending in with all other leaves of gold
Bringing about it a masterpiece of joyous sounds
From the smells of the insect markings, to the raindrops
That leave their own scent, blessing in its own sense
Lifting higher than the wind, when blown skyward
Then laying perfectly on the water, to be moved down
The stream, to find the pile of leaves packed at a log
All dressing up to be their best in appearance for anyone
Who happens to find their way to this happy spot
Where the water meets the log, and the leaves congest
Just like love flowing in the Fall, accepting its target
And resting place to pledge its devotion to its harbor
Where all the leaves of multicolor to congregate and hear
Their words beaming true and feeling their veins please
One another in a blessing of the leaves, on an Autumn day
Autumn Colors Contest
20 September 2017
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2017
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