Books Of Color

autumn leaves falling
in slow spirals to the ground...
books of color and richness,
turning brown, waiting on sleep.

the sea of hungry human faces,
reaching out through the darkness...
books of color and richness,
turning brown, waiting on sleep.

the souls of the weary
fall like tiny flakes of snow
covering the stillness with hope....

for a new spring,
new books of color and richness....
from the seeds of memory
of those that have gone before!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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