Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Eternity in Autumn

seest thou
something whirling
from off the tree?


‘Tis Larry:
Larry the Leaf.

Larry is in the grip of gravity,
whirling to earth.

flashing now grandly
in the twilit  sunlight
dizzily dreaming
of when he was green …


Soon,  he(it) settles,
on/(in) a bank of    softly-fallen, softened
(Lisa & Lennie & Lea  the Leaf)

melding to mulch
sans name  &  sans dream …

Rest in peace,  little leaflet  leaf:
rest in sweetsome /   dreamlesssleepy   / sleep ……….

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