Fall Leaves
Bury me under crimson leaves
Let me smell the essence of their death
Until I cannot see beyond thier painful fall
Until I too cannot take another breath
And when with finality, they crumble into ash
And turn forever into soil's fertile ground
I will close my eyes and say goodbye
Then stand and wait for yet another round.
In response to Theme Thursday at http://www.theme-thursday.com/2012/03/theme-thursday-for-march-15-2012-season.html
Let me smell the essence of their death
Until I cannot see beyond thier painful fall
Until I too cannot take another breath
And when with finality, they crumble into ash
And turn forever into soil's fertile ground
I will close my eyes and say goodbye
Then stand and wait for yet another round.
In response to Theme Thursday at http://www.theme-thursday.com/2012/03/theme-thursday-for-march-15-2012-season.html
Nicely done...
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DeleteREALLY NICE!
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ReplyDeleteOh, the scent of autumn...lovely depiction!
ReplyDeleteFalling leaves!
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ReplyDeleteIt sure would be nice to have fun with falling fall leaves but then to have to rake them up would not be so nice. I had a feeling of playing leaf angels while reading this poem, lots of fun.
ReplyDeleteHappy Theme Thursday, thanks so much for playing this week.
Hope to see you next Thursday.
Thank you so much! I do so enjoy Theme Thursday. We used to put a pile of leaves at the bottom of a slide and crash into them. To bad we get old and resort to think of such things as raking them up.
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