Falling Poem by Leslie Philibert

Falling



the wind tiurns my apple tree
into a victim, a lover banging
on a closed door of gnarled wood,

a dance makes this ringing evening
singular, the leaves agree to fall
and turn in the dull faith of air;

they tell us about birth and departure,
about leaving together, about stories
of ending as the sun arcs and protests

Thursday, October 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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