Leave Taking

Leave Taking by Michael R. Burch Brilliant leaves abandon battered limbs to waltz upon ecstatic winds until they die. But the barren and embittered trees, lament the frolic of the leaves and curse the bleak November sky . . . Now, as I watch the leaves' high flight before the fading autumn light, I think that, perhaps, at last I may have learned what it means to say— goodbye. Published by There is Something in the Autumn (anthology), Mindful of Poetry, The Lyric I wrote this poem around age 14 or 15, imagining what it would be like to grow up and say goodbye to one’s children!