Leaves circle high
Flutter like wings
In tormented winds,
Unsure of direction—
Them and I,
One voice
In Fall's silence.
To go one way
And not the other,
A question of emotion
Or absolute direction?
Voices silent
In wind
And mind,
Lends to wander
Is it mine,
Or their design?
Falling,
In flutters and spiral,
Mimic the butterfly,
Or the nervous twinge
Through fingertip
And foot.
One with leaf,
One with fall,
Reminisce of family words,
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
The only definite
Stability in leaving,
As world changes,
Lending discord
To heart and hand.
Them and I,
One voice
In Autumn pause,
Their design,
Or mine,
Leading descent.
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Well, I did enjoy this! Sometimes, all you need is just great storytelling and this is what Lucille Guarino delivers here. There's no big message to this book; it's just about folks and families, living their lives and coping with everything that's being thrown at them and finding their way. But when it's done well, like it is here, then you have characters to whom you can relate, tension which leaves you rooting for a better outcome, attraction which has your heart racing and an urge, as a reader, to see the characters happy with the people with whom they belong.
By Rachel Deeminga day ago in BookClub
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Some good-byes are required to experience freedom of heart, mind, and the right and proper living of your own life. An exciting piece.