Wilted Leaves
Wilted leaves
faded and old
wait for the wind to blow
their season is over
it's time to leave
and gracefully fall
the moment has come
for their last dance in the wind
for their last sway to its tune
and drift peacefully to oblivion
where spring has no end
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
