Thursday, December 25, 2014

The Brown Leaves of Autumn

A brown leaf of autumn
Broke free in the wind,
Turned to see her home,
And the time when he was green
And still on the lonely boughs,
A very long time ago..

Before came the naughty kid,
And thrashed them with his stick
Perhaps for a flower,
Perhaps to pull down a nest,
In all his childhood cruelty,
In all his ignorant innocence,
Thrashed him down instead,

And how in the wind
he went down and down
In circles as she watched,
Green like sorrow, Green like joy,
Green like birth and death,
A leaf of autumn brown and broke,
Sailing on the wind,
Falling down, round and round
All she remembered was him…

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