Red Leaves

I happen upon the crimson display.
The leaves are in the process
of completing their purpose,
but still giving to those who see them.

I accept their gift without hesitation,
and will welcome back their kindred
come Spring, and all they will offer.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

Region, Country: San Francisco Bay Area - USA, USA

Favorite Poets: Bukowski, Billy Collins, Ted Kooser, Haiku & Harvey Kurtzman (a visual poet, of sorts)

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1 year 8 months ago

Hello, Michael,
The mysterious and amazing cycle of Mother Nature. Always giving...
Thank you,
L