Pagosa Springs Artists

Falling Leaves, Falling Lives

Many leaves
drop
straight
down,
pile up
brown,
obscured,
unobserved,
crumbled
underfoot.

Some leaves
ride updrafts,
veined kites
caught
in brief flight,
then dashed
wedged,
torn,
alone.

A few lives
soar 
above,
flicker light,
flash color,
hover
alight.

 

first published in Pegasus Review

also published in Northern Stars Magazine

also published in Poetry of the Spirit Anthology

also published in Illinois State Poetry Society 

also published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook

also published in The Weekly Avocet

©2001 Bonnie Manion

   

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