Of Leaves and Autumns


A beauty in dying

Drying up,dehydrating and withering

We leave and lie in our flaming graves

We rustle, moans in the breeze

The summer passed too soon

Now we lay on the ground which we watched from above

We had giggled and swayed in the giddy sunlight

We had looked down at the ground pitifully

Not realising, we would be together soon

Now slowly losing identity

Breaking off bit by bit

Chipped and combined in brown

A part once, a part no more.


3 thoughts on “Of Leaves and Autumns

  1. Besides the beautiful colours in the picture, the verse itself is – peaceful…like it detracts from the discomfort of contemplating death, if that makes any sense? It’s a near reflection of my own thoughts in transition at death. For all that this poem is about a rather dark subject, it’s really quite beautiful.


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