Fallen Leaves Behind
I cannot grieve
Not this day at least
For a single fallen leaf
Not even for the heaps
The banks and the
Clusters of them scattered
Whole constellations
Of them mind
Now well and truly met
Those dead or drowning
Caught in the swirl
Of swollen streams
Drifting or dried
And frayed at their edges
Yet waiting to be made art
Fossilized
Or food for worms
It no longer matters, does it
Primary school classrooms
This time of year
Are always full of them
For they are now
Once more together, gathered
Where they now belong, in gutters ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Ye autumn may well be around the corner but it is my favourite time of the year when you see Natures Artwork in its true and magnificent glory.
Andy
I like autumn too Andy... oh' and thanks for homing in on this one... always appreciated sir..
Good write Neville. Arggh, let's hope Autumn is not here TOO soon, picturesque as it is.
You writing about my middle name - Fossil?! lol.
thank you for letting on you old Orchidee you 🙂
I truly admire the metaphor you use in this solemn verse Nev. - grieving the wayside fallen is human and needed but facing the whys and wherefores is yet again intriguingly left to the reader - - another treat for my favourite list...............
.............................. thanking you muchly and truly meant tooly 🙂 x
They say you pay a price for beauty, but I doubt they had leaves in mind. As gorgeous as they are, once fallen, they become an ugly nuisance. Maybe those are human traits as well? A clever treatment on leaves. - Phil A.
thank you Phil.. another much appreciated visit ... and ever welcome..
As will we all be once our day is passed and no longer out on a limb... the gutter awaits!
Pinned to the school wall for a lessons interest.... to fade and fall once again.... desecrated..... move along...... it's worms and caterpillars next week.
tis a universal law... naturally and what is past is gone, in all but memory & symbols that stimulate such recollections .. natural history.... cheers DA 🙂
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