Leaves




                                      Leaves
                                      ~~~~


                    I cannot wait till leaves, leave.
                    Watching brown, dying leaves
                    makes my spirit, deeply grieve.


                    I adore those days when leaves 
                    are turning colors.
                    Yet still soft to the the touch and
                    like a glove, still tender-velvety.



                    But the skeletons of them, so badly 
                    shredded underfoot.
                    Makes this tender soul, so anything
                    but bubbly.

      

                             November 14, 2019
                                      ~~~~


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Michael Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 11:09 AM
Back to EARTH...And Back to EARTH Again...treading on the leaves of LIFE
Romios Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 11:27 AM
Hi Arturo. Love your reply more than the poem...)) Thank you! Panagiota
Gauthier Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 10:33 AM
Sweet poem, Panagiota. You're right, it's time for fluffy snow that looks so lovely from my window.
Romios Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 11:05 AM
Enjoy the snow, Line.)))I have not seen any for many decades. Appreciate your time and comments. Thank you Line
Poetry Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 10:15 AM
It was a quick turn here this year as we are experiencing record low temps with snow already blanketing the grass...gives feel to an underlying meaning ... lovely PR
Romios Avatar
November 14, 2019 at 11:00 AM
TS.. Greetings to you in my hometown. Yes, I recall some years when the snow covered the grass. Drink hot chocolate, today.Your comment brings out memories of living in Elmwood Park. It looks so different now. But, snow is snow. Thank you TS
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