Eats, shoots and leaves

natures story

like the winds of time,

that blow from us,

the leaves that leave,

the trees of trust, a gentle breeze,

carries away,

these tokens of being,

to again then say,

as autumn tells in childhood play,

we kick and spur where rustle sounds they,

tell of seasons these leaves that lay,

upon the ground.

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allets's picture

Like The Comparison

and the play on "leaves" - well constructed verse. Love the depth - Lady A -




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thank you

I appreciate your words, what user name should i search for to read some of your work, i tried lady a