The autumn leaf never fell for the wind,
for it falls every day.
Life has hardened it crisp and coarse
and easy to crumble,
but the wind sweeps it off its base
to carry it away
as autumn wind cradles the fragile leaf
to together tumble,
whole,
without care,
entwined in their fate,
kissing the autumn they share.
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This is so good!
Thank you! 🙂
Autumn is my favorite season and you’ve captured its essence so very well with the plight of the falling leaf. Lovely words. 🙂
Thank you. 🙂