Fiction Poetry

The Leaves of Autumn

The leaves are all changing. Autumn is in full reign. Yellow leaves now decorate this tree before me, But some remain green. Read More

The leaves are all changing. Autumn is in full reign.
Yellow leaves now decorate this tree before me,
But some remain green.
The transition remains
in front of our eyes.

For days and days I’ve come to this park,
I’ve seen the trees flowering in spring,
I’ve seen the trees stand tall in green.
I’ve seen trees brought down by storms.
I’ve seen the life and the death unfold
In this small suburban park. 

Red leaves begin to overtake a tree full of green.
It wants to hold on? Does it not want to change?
I’m sorry friend,
You cannot escape time.
For even if you retain the green,
Winter will cruelly strip it away.
But by spring,
They shall return. 

Oh! How terrible. How annoying.
There are too many people in this park.
Too many couples, too many families.
No matter what bench I choose I can’t escape.
Images of what I could have, or
Want to have.
You unwitting players!
Have you no idea? Have you no idea?
The loneliness you’ve exasperated?
No, let it be.
Don’t be so selfish to think yourself prince Hamlet. 

Evening draws ever closer,
The sun begins its descent.
Darkness will soon take reign,
Held under control by the moon’s sovereignty.
Everyday this happens, everyday.
Night to day, day to night.
The same for the leaves and the trees,
Every year we see them live and die,
Die and live and live and die and live.
Yes, we see them die,
But we see them live. 

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