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Leave Taking
Leave Taking
by Michael R. Burch
Brilliant leaves abandon battered limbs
to waltz upon ecstatic winds
until they die.
But the barren and embittered trees,
lament the frolic of the leaves
and curse the bleak November sky . . .
Now, as I watch the leaves' high flight
before the fading autumn light,
I think that, perhaps, at last I may
have learned what it means to say—
goodbye.
Published by There is Something in the Autumn (anthology), Mindful of Poetry, The Lyric
I wrote this poem around age 14 or 15, imagining what it would be like to grow up and say goodbye to one’s children!
Copyright ©
Michael Burch
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