Let the Leaf Fly
When the leaf falls from a dying tree
in the brisk autumn breeze,
It seems to sprout wings
like a fledgling that spreads its wings
and sets off from its nest to explore
the wide expanse of the free skies.
Riding a roller-coaster ride along
with the free-spirited wind,
the leaf wings its way through
the fields and the plains to find
a safe haven to ride out the winter.
~Contest: "Feel Free Poetry
~Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
(7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, Their only chance to soar.” Owens, Dalia. Where the Crawdads Sing,
Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (P. 124)
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