Elmo Wallace Poet Free verse

Fall

Hands full of sticks
Pockets full of stones
You look up at the autumn sky. 

Wisps of golden clouds adrift,
Aimless.
This forest’s been painted red.
A single leaf hangs loose on a high branch.
Presently, 
A strong gust of wind tears it off the branch.
It starts to fall.
Slow. 
Circling. 
Happy. 
Like it didn’t know it was falling. 
Like all the while it was up there,
It wanted to fall. 
And that it knows the ground will catch it when it falls.
And with the fall,
Some way off where you stand,
Completion.
Home-coming. 
Belonging.

And suddenly, you wish to fall.

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Eric Boddie July 31, 2015 at 10:11 AM I just Love the imagery....your personify the leaf with such dignity....kudos to you and all your good works....let it do what it do and let your pen twerk....lol

Nette Onclaud July 21, 2015 at 12:42 PM charmed by the snippets of images you pen about falling... greeat work and format goes with the theme... pleasure to read you, niks!.. huggs Elmo Wallace July 21, 2015 at 1:42 PM Nette glad you liked it. I frankly don't have much idea about the format and styles of poetry! I hope to learn more now!! Hugs~Nikki

Anne-Lise Andresen July 20, 2015 at 2:35 PM - Nikita, you are skilled ... continue with your writing :) - Welcome to P-Soup! - hugs from Norway // Anne-Lise :) Elmo Wallace July 20, 2015 at 2:43 PM Thank you for your encouraging comment and the warm welcome Anne.. :)

Arthur Vaso July 20, 2015 at 12:21 AM Lovely, I can say only one thing, I hope you will write more! :) Elmo Wallace July 20, 2015 at 2:41 PM Thanks for reading my poem Arthur. I certainly look forward to writing more! :)