Curling their edges into tiny fists
As if preparing to fight for survival
Against the drying of cold
The Maple Leaves hold their breath
Turning purple then dark gold
& finally exhaling in exhaustion, turn brown
Free falling in the gentle columns of Autumn air
Relaxed in the belief of re-birth
Accepting their fate of being ‘raked,
Cremated and the remains scattered here and there
Nurturing those that are certain to follow
In their falling down, to the cold cold ground.
Author notes
( I often blamed 'Disney', for the proliferation of non human objects taking on the thought processes of people )lol
What did you think
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...now all that's left to do is condemn a cartoon to prison time
but you know it wont work because everybody knows cartoons aren't real
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