as if falling from the tree
wasn't hard enough
you have to go and crunch
them into the cold unwilling cement
and watch their reminents
be wisked away by the wind
as you stand waiting
for the next victim.
Sounds a bit like kicking a down and out derelict(detached as a leaf and completely defenseless), though it's doubtful you intended such sadism on the part of the person crushing the leaf. It seems more likely the gentle rebuke in this write is motivated by the wistfulness associated with the passage of the growing season into the dormancy of fall and winter. This write is light as a wind blown feather (or leaf). Nicely done. Take care. Bill.
This is quite interesting I felt a sense of sadness for the Leaves reading this Yes they to are Living breathing creatures If you look at a leave you can see there very veins A leaf that has fallen from a tree is still very much alive I really liked how you showed the Leaf has life with this one Well Written God Bless Ron
Very nice AUTUMN-y picture. A gentle reproach... And yet I picture the objects of that reproach as young children, playing in the carpet of leaves, squealing with delight as they crunch and kick the leaves about... From the leaves' point of view, perhaps one last act of giving back to the world before they become...compost.
Thank you for a well written, thought provoking poem!
short and sweet, I love it. Sometimes people spend to many words trying to get their message acorss, this is one of the reasons why I like your poem so much. You paint a great scene and a powerful feeling with only so many words. Good job.