by Gerry Legister

Created on: May 27, 2010   Last Updated: October 26, 2010

The fallen leaves,

Gathered upon embracing ground,

Formed in troops by the hasty breeze,

Twisting and turning making no sound.

Without a trace to mark their footstep,

Naturally dyed crispy rustling leaves, 

Baked by the sun in the treetop,

Fall with irreconcilable urges.

The egg of new stem waits in timeless moment,

To replace the old leaves fallen in the park,

With tremendous beauty flowering imminent,

Leaves remained calm in the dreary dark.

In morning light kiss the alluring wind,

Spun gently through the night air,

Ultimately lay in heaps crumple and bend,

By the perfect change of bewildering nature.  

Fallen leaves detached from the original state,

Swept along by the wind they cannot escape,

And lay in a gesture awaiting ominous fate,

That will fracture the change to the landscape.

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