I touch the brittle leaf
And it falls apart
I let the pieces fall onto the ground
And it's buried
Underneath the snow
Reminds me of the tragic life of Sylvia Plath. LeeAnn, you would do her proud! Great work!
There's something sad about the autumn but there's beauty in sadness. You have beautifully captured the essence of autumn in just a few words. Bravo my friend!
Reminds me of Anne Frank's diary. Kind of like Rosebud from the movie Citizen Kane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We feel the crumbling of Life's pain within the realization that all we've done has been in vain. Excellently composed!