Late Leaves

bysack©

someone is pressing
my wax paper life

ruddy red cheeks
pumpkin orange hair
pale yellow skin

as they all blend together
in riotous harmony

my blunt edges captured forever
the irregular shape of my heart
holes in my mind
blotches on my soul

I am falling
but not forgotten

so long my friends...

I'll be back in the Spring

Report Story

bysack© 14 comments/ 6836 views/ 0 favorites

Favorite Author Favorite Poem

Recent Comments

by Anonymous

There are no recent comments (14 older comments) - Click here to add a comment to this poem or Show more comments or Read All User Comments (14)

Add a Comment

Send Feedback

Late Leaves

Share the love

Report a Bug

Preview

This is a preview of how your comment will appear. If it looks good, please
click the "Submit Comment" below to post the comment.

[...]

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).

Change picture

Upload successful

Late Leaves

Share the love

Report a Bug

Preview

This is a preview of how your comment will appear. If it looks good, pleaseclick the "Submit Comment" below to post the comment.

[...]

Post a public comment on this submission (click here to send private anonymous feedback to the author instead).

Send private anonymous feedback to the author (click here to post a public comment instead).

Change picture

Upload successful

This is a preview of how your comment will appear. If it looks good, please
click the "Submit Comment" below to post the comment.