Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Leaf


I watched its flight
Curled tissue of russet brown
The glory days of
Emerald green long gone

Unrestricted by attachment
It frolicked, dancing
On dying Antarctic winds
Sucking life from ice

But haunted by some memory
Hidden in its dying veins
It paused and hung
To a tree I could not see

Then fell
Releasing once more
Its hold, as if freedom
Was a burden

Its final legacy,
The recollection, that freedom
Is dancing in the haunting

Of burdened memories

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