Leaves circle high
Flutter like wings
In tormented winds,
Unsure of direction—
Them and I,
One voice
In Fall's silence.
To go one way
And not the other,
A question of emotion
Or absolute direction?
Voices silent
In wind
And mind,
Lends to wander
Is it mine,
Or their design?
Falling,
In flutters and spiral,
Mimic the butterfly,
Or the nervous twinge
Through fingertip
And foot.
One with leaf,
One with fall,
Reminisce of family words,
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
The only definite
Stability in leaving,
As world changes,
Lending discord
To heart and hand.
Them and I,
One voice
In Autumn pause,
Their design,
Or mine,
Leading descent.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (1)
Some good-byes are required to experience freedom of heart, mind, and the right and proper living of your own life. An exciting piece.