Poem : Fallen Leaves



Once green and pulsating with life
kissed by the morning sunshine
and bathed in the misty dew
dry brittle leaves
silently fall to the ground
passing winds stir, sift and swirl them
into open grounds, forgotten vacant lots
green pastures and cobbled streets

They quiver,
and fall silently
footsteps pestle them to dust
but these little waifs
never question their fate

Carried by the swift currents
they meet whirlpools and rocky shores,
rapids and precipices
only to disappear forever
culminating their journey of life

Such is the fate of man
riding on the winds of time
carried by the river of life
he too slowly vanishes
into the realms of unknown