landing on the ground
looking up at my former home
waving goodbye to my old friends
snow is coming
more start falling
soon my home will be barren
my kindred blown across the street
we will be scattered
but the next day will come and we will be together again
scooped up into a new home
a dark place where we all can be close
not much room to move around
but if we are together
nothing else matters
This a new perspective on being a leaf who ends up in the trash! I like it the analogy to being a family.
ReplyDeleteI love this so much! This has to be one of my favorites you've written.
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