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The leaves fell, one by oneYes, they fell
From a sky rent open by a furnace
Belching smoke and tar
Yes: they fell
Parentless and wayward as the wind
Dancing with the ashes, their brothers and sisters
Swooping and swirling
As if freedom had been their forever promise.
Children of nature in their own right
Yet torn from their growing place
The very branches they had known.
Suddenly untethered
To flee from the molten copper of death
Unafraid, they laughed
at the beauty that is the End,
For their end will be the same.
Here, flutters of gold and rust
Slowly win over the green of youth
A disappearing breed by winter’s grip;
A grip so hard that the green and wild hide,
Tired of fighting
For a few moments of peace.
Sleep, dear little ones;
Renewed life will creep up like the dawn,
And all will be like a dream
Yes, sleep: sleep and dream.
The leaves will soon fall
To dance and laugh again
Swept up by the winds of time
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deviantbrain [2006-02-05 00:05:13 +0000 UTC]
The opening lines: "The leaves fell, one by one
Yes, they fell
From a sky rent open by a furnace" They remind me of a painting I saw once - of a child sitting near a nuclear power plant - his face was sickly green, and he was playing on a dead shore, rusty barrels around him. I get that the poem is about fall - it was just my initial feeling. Nice.
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