Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Under the Icy Heaps

FauxPoWriMo #15

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!! I'm 29, feelin' fine, and writin' rhyme. Dig it, Droogies. :)

Under the Icy Heaps


A leaf sees the world and changes with it,
But when the deep dissolve comes to conquer,
The veins remain
And carry stories through the snow.
Under the icy heaps,
It speaks to the earth
And the earth replies,
"What a delightful stranger."
The leaf is pleased
And allows the moisture to finally
Fray its veins. 
It is gone then, but it will return.
The leaf never remembers its repeated fall,
Nor the great worlds it sees in Summer.
But the earth always remembers,

Anticipating Winter's gift of an old friend. 

4 comments:

  1. A mere babe!

    I'm 39, drinkin' wine,
    Preparin' to post
    a guest blog o' thine.

    I'll let you know when it's up! (By nine.) ;)

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