Three leaves

Settes

 

I see, withered and wilted, three small leaves,

They are just lying there, under the eaves

For me they have value. What are they worth

Ere they are summoned back by mother earth?

 

Just ask the ant, the beetle and the worm

Who say: “Don’t go”, and their voices sound firm

“We all want to hide and dry our wet feet

We are also hungry and have to eat“.

 

And their beauty too is what they show

Just notice their texture and golden glow

Don’t forget they are there for a reason 

Sticking together in their last season

 

So photographer, we want to thank you

For allowing us this great pleasure too.

  • Author: Settes (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 17th, 2025 09:29
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this sonnet when I saw the photograph a friend of mine took of three leaves
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Three a magical number and religious too. Leaves a metaphor for many things and fallen no less. A great read that was fun as well.

    • Settes

      Thank you again. Are you religious? I’m not really, and I didn’t intend any religious connotation. Just thought about the value wilted leaves can have and that in fact everything/everyone, however small, has some kind of value.

      • sorenbarrett

        Used to be religious not any longer I would say more spiritual now. You are most welcome and yes all things have some value.



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