Reflections Of Fire

and so the leaf
already beginning to turn
deep inside its own cosmos

leaves me waiting, time frozen,
to watch the fall, to fall with,
and into arms outstretched,

grey hair blown by the wind
to kiss the earth, and crumble
back into sweet nothingness

and dirt waiting for the coming,
of the snow!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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