Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Lifeless leaves, coloring park paths;
Blowing in autumn's currents,
Thrown about by invisible math.
Each tree, the standing parents.
Lifeless leaves, floating, disappearing
On brook beneath the bridge.
Looking into fall's open clearing,
And into the park's horizon's ridge.
Lifeless leaves, under feet crackled,
Each one dying into the ground.
To the seasons are they shackled,
In motion, with forces all around.
Lifeless leaves, from tree bare
Softly gliding to the below
The ends of autumn's flare,
Slowly sliding into winters hollow.
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