Monday, January 15, 2007


The leaf swirled and turned
Fluttering in the autumnal breeze,
Hither and thither,
Riding a brief wave of freedom,

Finally coming to rest,
Deposited unnoticed amongst
A myriad of detritus,
A place of decomposing.

Final page turned,
The book closed.


Nothingman said...

last two lines took my breath away!!
loved reading this :)

Novel Nymph said...

Ditto, nothingman--the last two lines and the cascade down...


Pod said...

fab! if ever i should say such a thing....