Richard Lackman

Freshman - 800 Points (Philadelphia)

October Leaves

As I look out upon October leaves
And brown grass weathered by the Autumn sun
I see the shafts of light a bare branch cleaves
And so much of creation now undone

I feel the sorrow of a world defeated
And wonder if my life reflects the same
Cycle of life's consciousness depleted
Like a picture that has fallen from its frame

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