THE FALL
I hear them falling,
Sinking to the ground,
Sighing when they touch it,
One long last breath.
They are pushed or pulled,
All around me, now.
Sometimes altogether,
Or just one by one.
They make lovely sounds,
A ‘plip’ and a ‘plop’
Not really very loud,
Except to a waiting heart.
They leave their fellows
At home for the earth.
They are brown, red and yellow,
A riot of colour.
I hear them falling,
Sinking to the ground,
Away from their kin and kith,
The leaves, they fall on me, now.
They whisper in my ear,
This thing and that,
From them I learn,
the true beat of my soul.
posted by AWY @ 9:54 AM
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