Saturday, August 24, 2013

Years like leaves

Years, like leaves,
have fallen from this tree;
memories, in reds and yellows,
regal gold and shabby brown,
loiter and litter at its feet.

Years, like leaves,
at measured pace
nurture, or sully, reflection -
bringing their healings
and their bruisings
as they meld and mould.

Years, like leaves,
lash the trunk
in unwelcome Autumn winds
sharp and unyielding brittle leaves -
things unmeant, words spoken in haste;
or tickle gently in whirling breezes
soft with kind humour.

Years, like leaves,
do not remain
but change
feeding roots
with their recollection.

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