Crystol Woods Poet Personification

The death of leaves

The mighty wind buffets
And the trees cry bitter tears
I try to hang on to my limb
         "Don't let go!"
shutting my eyes to the debris 
     
                                        I'm torn loose, 

                                                               blown away
    
                     through the empty air


                                                   nothing to cling to
     
panic sparks as I'm rolled
                                            over 
                                                     and 
                                                               over
     pulled this way................................... then that
  



                           too much wide open space
     



I'm battered against something solid
breaking,
                cru
                      mb
                            ling into dry pieces
I 
fall 
to 
the 
ground
           into a mass grave 
of mirror images. mirror images
     mirror images. mirror images

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Sara Kendrick April 7, 2025 at 5:02 AM Creative and descriptive plus also emotive winning work. Way to go. Congratulations on. Sara K

thriveni c mysore April 6, 2025 at 1:22 AM Oh superb ending. Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!! Crystol Woods April 6, 2025 at 10:42 AM Thank you so much! Xo