Falling leaves

Once a beautiful, nurturing pillar.

Now, on the inside, still her.

 

Unwillingly she relinquished leaf after leaf;

time can be a heartless and efficient thief.

 

From the outside, now she is an empty nest,

full of fallen leaves, confusion and unrest. 

 

Her branches stretching towards the past,

Mourning a life that went by too fast. 

Reviews

[Mari' Emeraude]

A beautiful poem displaying the passing of time, and our inability to hold onto it.