#lastleaf
I fall too slow,
I fall too fast.
Waiting in silence as the wind carries me away
Drifting by the happy faces,
watching as i bid goodbye to each.
I rest gracefully on a pool of coldness
Drowning ever so slowly,
Staring back at that one pair of hollow eyes
Of the soul standing beside my resting bed.
I hold on to my stare, as she looks away towards the barren tree,
Then back to me with a sign of desperation.
I close my eyes and whisper
"Let not her Hope fall with me."
For I am her feeble Last Leaf....
-J.leeo
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 4:31 AM UTC
The last autumn leaf had fallen.
A gust had taken it off its perch
and sent it earthbound.
It relished its slowed descent
only to be cradled by the ***** of the ground.
Then winter had been upon us.
Leaving us cold, desolate and empty.
Loneliness wielded a reckless brush
and had painted the backdrop
of our minds with vast whiteness
accentuated by the greys of uncertainty.
The leaf froze and crumbled to dust.
Just as we would have if not for
the mantra of hope.
Of which,
dreams might again spring forth.
Engulfing and taking us home.
We'd journey through scented spring -
soaking up the amber of days
and the fragrance of flowered fields.
We'd run our fingers over the tops of tall
dew-peppered grass.
We sing the same chorus
as we turn our heads towards
the suns of summer.
A haven where we believe all is hale
and the fires in our hearts
will once again be rekindled.
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC