LEENA MONETTE
BLACK LEAVES
i watch
as
the black leaves
fall
one
by
one
against the
blatant
insincerity
of a
dark horizon
and as they float
i assimilate
the meaning
of their
journey:
to suffice
the appetite
of a
voraciously
fervent
ground
and saddened
by this
i am suddenly
found
reminiscing
better days
when the leaves
had color
when the sun
would shine
and embrace us
as if it were
our very own mother
and oh,
how time
so eagerly
passes us by
leaving behind it
weathered hands
and
deteriorated minds
and as i stand here now
an older version
of the person
i used to be
i
coincidentally
find similarity
in a
once-beautiful
tree
with it’s black leaves
that now
find solace
in
little old me