Leaf Haven

A poem about leaves and the seasons.

The leaves

the corpses 

of autumn

Still here

even after 

a            w     h     o      l      e season

Frozen in winter’s

cryogenic

prison?

Are they

allowed 

to survive

   an entire

season?

But leaves

are hardier

than flowers

Or at least harder

Brittle as we

step

on their broken bodies

Flowers

from what I remember

melt into a smooth velvety

mush

Unrecognizable

except the

bright

colours

Leaves are hardier

Like pieces of a wool

b    l    a    n    k    e    t

for the trees

Comfortable

but

certainly not pretty

There’s 

no doubt 

a reason

Why Thanksgiving comes

in the fall

leaf haven!

Why gives thanks

for fragile flowers

stupid and frail

Leaves are hardier

that’s for sure

But, honestly, what does it matter?

They’re dead.

Author's Note

A poem about leaves and the seasons.

This was an exercise for my high school creative writing class. One spring day, we went outside and wrote about nature. It was fun.