Crumbling

The last leaf on a tree is violently knocked off the tree, encouraging Winter to come.

The last leaf

To fall

Is blown,

Pushed

Around by the wind,

mid-process

of what should have been

a nice,

gentle,

slow

glide down.

The wind never stops

Until the leaf is nothing

But crumbles

Drifting away

In the autumn breeze.

Author's Note

Stop bullying.

Reviews

[Hunter C. Brown]

i like the poem. good luck on your journey into writing. from one poet to another