Leaves

Leaves

 

My memory leaves me,

when leaves fall from an old tree.

I count the fallen leaves by weight,

and sort the fallen leaves by trait.

Heart, spear, and tear.

Red, blue, and color of sear.

Around the tree I bury

the leaves that are merry.

Then I sleep under the bare tree,

until spring awakes me.

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• Your poem is as beautiful as an oil painting. -紫君- ♀ (0 bytes) () 01/21/2017 postreply 17:25:08

• thanks 紫君 for your kind words! -颤音- ♂ (217 bytes) () 01/22/2017 postreply 09:17:42