More than Autumn

Leaves fall they always fallNew leaves grow but never holdWinds of winter leaves them To wither and wander aloneFar from any palm or barkNo stone knows whose they wereJust as the tree standsShrugging its many shouldersWith its fickle fingers that areA bend from breaking offAll leaves know thisThey once belongedTo the canopy of treesThen theyContinue reading “More than Autumn”