All the words
came and went,
like leaves on a breeze
slow, then quick;
They could not be caught
my efforts spent,
I wanted only to be sure
they existed then.
Were they brown or gold
or red with yellow tint?
Goodness! My memory!
What was it again?
Did they land somewhere
safe and unbent;
and when they first fell
with all their intent,
did they plan to carry away
all that was meant?
Should I pretend I never saw
leaves bursting of colors of Fall
surround me and promise me
to never and always and all?
If I stumble upon them
in all their colorful dedication,
shall I just crush and stomp them
beyond any recognition?
Can words spouted
in seeming sincerity
die, as they travel further away;
and does the heart that
throws leaves all around,
want to erase all that they say?
and if so, then perhaps
such a person should stay far away from leaves.
-aq/lesnspired
