Catching Leaves

I wake to yet more leaves
that fall, a spiralling descent
as I slip my way from smooth
covers to touch a tender toe
on this mornings yet
unchartered floors.
This day holds out its hands
offering far more than I
could ever want or achieve.

I shall catch leaves today,
their colours pressed
into the contours of my heart
and unlike their fragile veins
I shall not grow brittle
but whisper softly as
your fingertips brush like ice.
I have no artifice today
I miss you.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-10-07 at 19:36

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