Before They Fall Poem by Mimi Mata

Watching leaves shiver
from every hollow gust

I turned my back:

I felt as they did
withered in gold and silver lining;

Like destitute children
dancing upon the pavement
of cold streets...

Onlooking,
Just onlooking into the distance.

Where bereavement
is heavy on the brow
setting melancholy eyes
off into flight...

To perch on a branch
where there is an abundance
of unbitten fruit.

Ready to consume the seed...
Before they fall.