Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Showering Sight


Autumn leaves shining brightly in the sunlight,
showering sight with their beautiful changing
colors and hues.
Sitting prettily on branches and limbs of trees,
awaiting winds of chance.
Knowing that they would then be blown by them
into the fall air and land upon the forest floor,
no longer looking out upon the world.
Lying, fading in the evening darkness, expiring
and crumpling, becoming part of the forest floor
and feeding the tree they have fallen from.

Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 24, 2014

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