Leaf

LEAF

 

 

 

Leaf

 

 

Tossed

On a quiet summer breeze.

 

 

Torn drifting.

Upon playful currents

Warmed by pregnant sun.

 

 

Swept quietly aloft

Currents straining

To reach unknown heights

Of self imposed limitation

 

 

Painted glorious in light

Despite a map of life lived

Etched quietly upon a dying skin

That reflects slowly in turn

The light that dances through the dust.

 

 

R.W.W

Banfiadh copyright 06/13

 

 

 

 

 

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