Leaves Talking
leaves are falling in the wind
red-stained
burnt orange and gold
floating down like swirling dancers
blood painted
ghosts of summer
listening, I hear a tear, a cry
in quiet words
the leaves are talking . . .
they whisper sadness at their passing
their withering away
their end and decay
I gather many to my heart
all those fragile colors
they sigh in my hands
don't weep, I will save you
in my diary
I will press you
all the cold winter you will be safe
kept warm . . .
between pages of words
until I open that page and you fall
decayed brown
and brittle you break
apart . . .
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May 1, 2017
(Edit from September 15, 2016)
Verse/leaves talking
Copyright Protected, ID 925001
Brian Strand
25 lines
Second Place
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