Which Leaf?
WHICH LEAF?
And I said, “Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day”
---Patrick Kavanagh
Many are brown or yellow,
Orange or lichen green.
One leaf is so intensely red,
It seems unnatural.
One leaf will float on a stream.
One will be impaled on a branch.
One does not fall, but rises
And then falls, to ascend again.
I am one leaf amid the multitude.
They lie, almost still, upon the field,
Like dying warriors, amid the drumming
Of crickets and the hiss of wind.
Tell me, which leaf am I?
Boria Sax
(c) 2013
The Raven and the Sun: Poems and Stories
And I said, “Let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day”
---Patrick Kavanagh
Many are brown or yellow,
Orange or lichen green.
One leaf is so intensely red,
It seems unnatural.
One leaf will float on a stream.
One will be impaled on a branch.
One does not fall, but rises
And then falls, to ascend again.
I am one leaf amid the multitude.
They lie, almost still, upon the field,
Like dying warriors, amid the drumming
Of crickets and the hiss of wind.
Tell me, which leaf am I?
Boria Sax
(c) 2013
The Raven and the Sun: Poems and Stories
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