Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Last Leaves

Trees in stark nudity
Limbs akimbo
Waiting for fashion colours
Of next spring

Those final leaves
Cling with tenacity
Earrings of veined skin
Lined, translucent with age
Defiant relics of past beauty

Yet when age and gravity collude
Last leaves release their grip
Crinkled skin whispering goodbye
With silent tender kiss
Drift to earth

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