I
pick
up this
fallen leaf,
a dying morsel
of Mother Earth and
see myself reflected in its
autumn glory, the final show
of bravado before it's forever
changed. It reminds me where I
am dying, how I am changing,
but doesn't teach me about
why I must start
a
n
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Copyright © 2011 Kirsten Cliff
For the prompt used to write this poem, please go here.
The leaf shaped poem intrigues me - I have had this shape in my mind since this weekend when I shaped a tree with hedge trimmers. I keeps calling me back-- I believe your shape gave me an insight. This dying leaf has brought forth the intention to create my stone around this shape- thank you.
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome, Teri :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by and taking the time to share your thoughts.
Happy writing to you!