Fallen Leaf Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

1: 30 p.m.
Fallen leaves of many colors, bruised and cracked, now lying
helpless on the ground.

Once being bright green and vibrant until the season of fall
came upon it, turning it into a beautiful array of color, red,
orange, yellow, brown.

Winds blowing fiercely in a storm, grasping and pulling it
until being torn from the branch where it was born.

Walking along in the forest, suddenly looking down, seeing
this once lovely vibrant leaf looking up quietly at me, a
dew drop tear upon it's face.

Bending over, reaching for it carefully, feeling it's little
life being relieved because it now knows the love of a human
being.

Having been placed in a mold of clear plastic, preserved forever,
continuing it's purpose throughout eternity as a paperweight
on top of my pile of daily poetry.1: 32 p.m.

(9/14/14)