If only these colored leaves
Of red and gold and orange
Could be caught,
Snatched gently
By careful hands
To be savored, arranged
Somehow preserved,
Rather than fall, lifeless
Torn from their limbs
By careless winds,
Shoved to the ground
With murderous violence
To be trampled and ground to dust
Or raked and bagged for trash
Or better yet,
If only these colored leaves
Of gold and red and orange–
Could stay filled with life
And be always green.
An onion has many layers. So have I!
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Beautiful writing. This piece reminds me a bit of “Nothing Gold Can Stay” by Robert Frost, but better. 🙂
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Wow! Thank you!
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You’re welcome. You are a fabulous writer!
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There’s a different sort of beauty in the fallen. Very description and well-written!
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Thank you! I’m touched you think so.
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