M. L. Kiser Poet Rictameter

Life and Death

A leaf,
floating downwards,
comes to rest upon grass.
Escapee cutting off the bonds,
unaware of its impending demise;
the umbilical cord severed,
now page-pressed memory;
dried skin cracking,
A leaf.

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Michelle Faulkner October 26, 2019 at 3:38 PM Yes, the vibrant colors of fall fool me, I forget the leaves soon wither- M. L. Kiser November 6, 2019 at 1:31 PM Thanks so much.

Sandra Adams October 20, 2019 at 2:07 PM i think the death of beauty is the reason i hate fall... this is nicely penned M.L. :) hugs M. L. Kiser October 21, 2019 at 8:21 PM Could be so, it does get awfully grey. Thanks Sandra.

Jennifer Proxenos October 20, 2019 at 12:50 PM Sad that something living becomes so dried up and dead - wonderful comparison of Life and death! Much like a human. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. M. L. Kiser October 20, 2019 at 1:00 PM Ah yes, but it feeds the ground and nourishes next Spring's births. Thanks.