"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Leaf canoe

Leaf canoe paddled by the breeze
on a lazy voyage downstream

had it fallen on the wet earth
the journey would be over

but the cool water beckoned
and so a new adventure begins

in a season when most
have already succumb to decay

the small brown paper-thin star
has made its frailty an asset

the dry curled edges are better suited
for skimming over the waves

than when they were plump and green
and heavy with the stuff of life

now free of the bulky branch
it is content to lie back and float

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