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THE
FALLING LEAF ~ ~ ~
October 1983
Floating, floating down
through space I realize how I’ve aged with grace My time is over and as
I fall My days of youth I can recall.
Young and green just
sprouting forth announcing spring, a time of birth When nests were built
among the branches To house the little ones of robins and finches.
When summer came I was
full-grown I’d weathered storms and winds full blown My color then a
lustrous green Nature’s finishing touch to a summer scene.
I’ve watched the Robin’s
egg of blue Until the day it cracked in two I’ve watched the mother tend
her young And listened to the songs they’ve sung.
One by one the babes did
climb Up on the edge for flight sublime From their mother they take
their cue Time is passing for them, too.
As fall approached the
days grew short To moments of reflection I would resort Floating,
floating down through space I think there is a truth to face.
Drifting gently on the
breeze I realize how many eyes I please My colors, brilliant orange,
radiant gold I am a wondrous sight for all eyes to behold.
Other leaves are falling
all around They make a glorious carpet on the ground Floating, floating
down through space I will not run another race.
The truth I think we all
must face No matter the life form or in what place
What more can one expect I
cannot think of a thing to elect To have reached your moment supreme And
know you’ve fit into the scheme.
And, so I fall…
~
Barbara J. Amann
Hoffmann (1955)
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