autumn leaf
there is this word on my mind
hanging like a colorful leaf on a branch
a few inches out of reach
by the time morning arrives
it is no longer dangling
rather part of collective whole
mixed with all the others
strewn across the lawn
for a moment I ponder the importance
of getting down on hands and knees
uncovering the very word
etched on my mind
holding it up to my eyes
like the holiest of grails
and memorizing its every detail
november two thousand eighteen
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Love that image of a single leaf (word ) hanging from a tree! Looking for the perfect word is not an easy task!
Thank you for visiting and reading and commenting on this piece, Lola!
Beautiful poem, JM. We are seeing many gorgeous leaves falling from trees today in windy Connecticut.
Thank you, Ryan, I appreciate you visiting here and commenting on this one.
Breezy here, perfect poetry!