Amid Falling Leaves
leaves are falling . . .
as I walk the long winding road
to the place of tears and your name engraved
one grave in a sea of stones . . .
the wind pushing me has a earthy smell
squirrels and chipmunks are busy gathering
trees drip their leaves in red and orange_
I stand with golden hair like a river streaming down
this place holds me . . .
like I am in great chains of lead
I brush fallen leaves like tears from your grave
how we loved to go for walks . . .
along forest trails among the red maple trees
but, now my life is weather-stained with the years
my heart ravaged and scarred by death_
the leaves can drift and glide and the birds fly away
but I stand here . . .
like I have grown roots into the earth
I close my eyes and see the wilting flowers
smell the pungent sweetness . . .
our love came unbidden like it was written for us to be
then, like the falling leaves of autumn it fell away
I have asked God why, why so many times_
wishing to glide and drift away like the leaves and birds
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July 25, 2020
Poetry/Free Verse/amid falling leaves
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1271-483-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 20 - Free Verse 3
sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Theme chosen - #1 Amid Falling Leaves
First Place
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