Last Leaves

Sitting here tonight recalling,
sitting there last week observing,
lamenting the last leaves falling.

A sure wind nibbling at their fingers,
loosening their fading purchase,
fading colour betrayed fading purpose.

Thieves crept into their crib one night,
and marked their vital lives as surplus.

Oh how that empty treeline makes me nervous.

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