a profusion of words
in my mind....
i throw them
into the air
like handfuls of
autumn leaves
and let them float
slowly down
to the ground
gathering them into piles
i roll around in them
then lay pensively on my back
staring up
at bare branches
and brassy sky
at last i rise
covered in autumn hues
golds and reds and browns
clinging haphazardly
what will these words reveal
about this season
of my life
as they
begin
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
like
puzzle
pieces
from
my
soul
?
"To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven." Ecclesiastes 3:1
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you are so incredibly creative. i love the way you wrote this poem...so unique and artistic. -ll
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