Leaves of the Day

A poem about various forms of leaves

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leaves of the Day

 

Golden leaves on an oak tree blow, falling to the earth

At leave, a soldier heads to port ready to greet the ladies

Losing my busy job leaves me restless with nothing to do

Leaves of a family table make room for more guests to feed

When you choose to leave me, my heart will bleed without you

Finally I'm leaving my dreams of you behind, to pursue my own

Goodbye, my love, goodbye...watch as I leave

Author's Note

Found myself pondering the other day in the shower about all the diffrent uses of the word leave. Couldn't shake the thought. Let me know what you think

Reviews

[KAREN]

This was brilliant! love it!

[Short.Nerd]

Great job!

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Wonderful - really well written and structured; I love it. Keep up the good work!~

[Moflo]

This is very interesting and put together nicely. I think it came out really good, really makes you think.

[emmajoy]

You wove that word through some gentle lines, especially 'Leaves of a family table make room for more guests to feed; - know I'd not have thought of that one .. as to the final line, so sad, Marie.

Beautiful picture!

[Kelsie Eileen Stark]

Brilliant!