Ode to a Fallen Leaf.
(From The Book of Words. Chapter 2 : My Wonderings of Nature.)
In the waning warmth of the year,
The leaves fall.
My heart took on its seasonal coat of troubles
My arched brow sags…I sigh
My spirit fights the power of listlessness.
As I walk along the familiar pathways, the brittle smell of leaves fills my nostrils.
And clouds roll in to cover the blue sky.
Around me there is dyeing life,
Even the last breath of a dyeing Aunt fills my ears.
And finally the leaves cover the ground, and I await for warmer days to come, where there is life in abundance.
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