I fought to the death
With courage and strength from birth
I am not forgotten
But returned to the earth.
Scattered, withered, lifeless
Until picked up on a breeze
Thrown heavenward by little hands
Do with me what you please.
No need to show remorse
Please don’t shed a single tear
Just remember me as I was
Until I’m back next year.
The Autumn leaves have fallen.
The crunch of leaves underfoot as you walk along reminds me of rustling paper. Some are just that; paper thin and fragile.
The only part about Autumn I don’t care for much is the fact that it signals the imminent onset of another Winter. We’re not friends-to say the least.
We watch as that last leaf zigzags it’s way to the floor below; it has re-joined all those that fell before it. The promise of Spring and new life, just around the corner.
What is it that you love about Autumn?
Falling in love.
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