Brittle Leaves
Become a
Premium Member
and post notes and photos about your poem like Emile Pinet.
"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them
here and there: even the last flower is withered:
yet there is a beauty in decay. "
Quote by _Constance La France
Fall colors
fade on brown
brittle leaves
that crackle
underfoot
with a crunch,
inviting
my inner
child to play.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment