RESTLESS LEAVES  


3 RESTLESS LEAVES 

Like jigsaw pieces
autumn leaves
fly singing
through the air.
They billow into clouds,
clash ... scatter ... fall,
showering the twisted twigs
with golden rain.

A pause, 
while on the paths
they rest 
in quivering uncertainty.
Then with the first
light breeze, 
they stir impatiently,
fan out, 
and race across the earth.

At night I hear them ... 
restless still.
They scratch 
and tap my window pane.

Until with rainwashed dawn
I see them hang, 
limp as tired butterflies
against the glass.  

Poor leaves
with lives so like our own!




   




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