I am the leaves
falling from the trees
crushed beneath your feet without a second thought
I am nothing to you
you do not gather me
and save me
you allow me to float on the breeze
hither and yon
coming to rest under long dead peony bushes
I sing songs
and recite poetry of a season
which passes too quickly
but you do not stop to listen
for you are preoccupied
with thoughts of flowers your mind deems more beautiful than me
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i've choked on my words for far too long
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Lovely poem about Fall and leaves! Enjoy your imagery and personification!
Thank you! And thanks for reading!
You’re welcome! I’m currently hosting a poetry contest you might want to submit to
You are the leaves blazing with all colors