Fall Leaves

January 4, 2013
By Wren26 BRONZE, Steamboat Springs, Colorado
Wren26 BRONZE, Steamboat Springs, Colorado
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Fall is here
The leaves beckon me
Come…they whisper
It is silence just loud enough for me to hear
I obey
Outside, I see the leaves depart from their branches
They fly, yellow, orange, and red
For a second, they are birds
Then, I watch them hit the ground like broken dreams
I catch one in my hand and hold it
This one will not fall
I will keep it forever

The author's comments:
This is sort of out of season, but I forgot to post it earlier. I like to think it's sort of a metaphor, but can be perceived in many different ways.

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