November
Their bodies, some now barely recognizable
In a confused jumble on the cold, hard ground
Carelessly tossed, unloved and unwanted –
The dead and dying succumb all around
Ours was once a lovely, vibrant place
Alive and growing. A place to breathe
Attractive and fresh, a home with hope
This reckless destruction makes me seethe
And this is not the end! This is but a prelude
A harbinger of more death and destruction
Colder, harsher, more depraved, unmitigating
Gloating, laughing at our happy lives’ abduction
In this new world there will be beauty
To the eye, a dreamy, achromatic suitor
Leaving the cruelly weighed down survivors
Longing for that vital, warmer, promised future
10-30-14
(A leaf’s Story)
