I am but one of countless leaves
Who've fallen from the tree
We wear our hearts upon our sleeves
A golden potpourri
A final flash of colours bright
Before I fade to gray
I give you back some of the light
Which fed me on my way
So be not sad to see me perish
No, do not mourn for me
Life's cycle we should always cherish
It's nature's poetry
~:~
I first saw this photograph, by Birch Wind, on Diaspora*, and she was kind enough to let me reproduce it here. I like it because it achieves, naturally, the same affect which some digitally manipulated photos seek to achieve by the removal of colour from the background. It inspired me to write the poem.
Birch has entered her photo into a competition at photobucket (she's known as MereMoonGirl there). If you like it, you can vote for it here
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