It wasn’t a spectacular leaf:
rather drab, too long from tree.
Yet, the life it clutched
in its five trembling points
turned my strides into steps
into stasis. I watched
as it danced,
sucking more from a gust
than nearby leaves
better suited to flying.
It spiraled away
to a lazuline sky
while I remained rooted;
going nowhere.
Ryan Stone
I’m glad you are reposting old poems and letting new followers marvel some more at your poetry.. This was poignant, lovely imagery too. You are a pleasure to read. I have something along the same lines.
You were the spring
I was the flower
Well, fall is my favorite season, so anything involving a leaf is enjoyable, but you out-do yourself in every post. 🙂
Some things go, and somethings stay..The beauty of this piece remains strongly attached to the autumn images it creates in our minds. A leaf has nothing to fear, but fear itself..
Gorgeous as always 🙂
Hey! I remember this one! Leslie did a beautiful job recording it. Love it!! 😀
I love your focused imagery, stunning. And your word and sentence placement is flow itself, truly makes the experience of your poem.
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