[This poem was first published in "The Soul and the Singer," Young Publications, 1969. It was included in my first chapbook, "The Lady in the Pink Hat," Candor Press, 1969.]
What wind cannot respect a dying leaf Whose gentle whisp goes on a raging spree And rips the fading foliage from a tree Then tears away without a faint remorse Nor stops to mourn with stricken bough Nor hears the barren pledge a solemn vow To save next autumn's golden child, But slashes on to raid another's arm And set another writhing in alarm What wind cannot respect a dying leaf Whose presence only serves a bitter grief. FIRST PLACE WINNER Brian Strand's "All Yours" Contest Poetry Soup
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