They still are leaves
They are brown leaves
Still hanging from a tree
When they fall down
They still are leaves
Brown leaves on the ground
And when they're gone
Lost to the wind
When they become
weightless and transparent...
They still are leaves
That once were all colors
© 2010 Sonya Florentino
Notes: inspired by a stanza in the poem 'October Sky' by Sierra Scribler where the writer wrote how autumn leaves are like 'paper skeletons waiting to fall to the ground'
for me, the 'brown leaves' represent so many things... please share this one to as many as you can... thanks!
sonya, i found the hidden metaphor of human life and enjoyed your poem immensely...thanks for sharing, dear....
the theme here is the uncertainty of life...interwoven with the sweetness of life that gets lived out- colors good write...meaningful...10
In your brown leaves, one can hear the whisper of eternity. Excellent, Sonya. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are a beautiful writer! great imagry inspiring words attatched to as simple things as leaves. beautiful!