Our first snowstorm of the season moved in earlier than expected. I was watching the big fat snowflakes whirl around now-leafless trees, and I remembered a poem I’d written several years ago. I am usually pretty bad about jotting something down and then forgetting about it; or when I unearth it, I can’t figure out why I bothered writing it in the first place. But I was surprised to discover poems that I really like, even more now than when I was getting back out of bed in the middle of the night to scribble it on a random scrap of paper. One of them is called Falling Leaves. I hope you like it.
Falling Leaves
Let the sun set gently
Upon your hopes and dreams–
The dawn will come again.
Let an autumn wind rise
And a grey rain wash
Away the effort and the toil.
Let a stillness softly steal
And slow your frantic run–
Where do you have to go?
Let your busy thoughts
Fly you know not where.
More will hatch and grow.
Let golden bells turn to brass,
And the flowers fade–
Though autumn seems to bring
Death to all you know,
It’s only planting seeds.
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