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Autumn Leaves
volume 6 number 7
Autumn Leaves volume 6 number 7 |
Silently it
falls, within the crisp cold air,
Not knowing
its place, not knowing where it falls,
Over
the countryside it drifts, as it swirls on its journey,
Waiting to rest and sleep, on tree or roof or
path,
It tumbles down like a leaf, gently
dancing in the wind,
Never noticing its
brothers, as they dance their ancient jig,
Winter brings its special magic, its chilling and its
grim,
Its colour is of innocence, the
brightness hides the chill,
Now still we watch
the dancing, with every falling flake,
Tormenting all the landscape, as it wanders and it
snakes,
Each snowflake holds a secret, within
its fragile frame,
Reliving all its lifetime,
in moments that are brief...
