Monday, October 24, 2016

Little Leaf-dirge...

Ah, little leaf, your capsheaf, silent sod
Alone on autumn's begging lair you lie
Where no one sees your still demise, save God
Or some fall-drunken drifter passing by
To kneel perchance beside your nameless berth
And thank God for your little dance on earth

© Janet Martin


  1. I am one of those passing drunken drifters who kneels in thankfulness for the little dancers.


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