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I see outside my window a branch with leaves of three

Though it once had many others

the frost,

the wind first burnt the colors then wind stripped it free.

Leaves tremble,

looking lost in all now but memory.

Fragile looking and crumpled yet hanging there to see.

They serve no other purpose

but visual

Long past days of beauty

hanging tenuously

Why?

What restrains their leaving

why or what purpose can there be?

I often watch them in day and dusk

Wondering how they manage against the storm



of rain and wind

of bending branch fluttering and corrupted

by natures vagary

On the morrow still I think

The season narrows chances

and yet I fret for I do not like their existing chances.

There and there their silhouette first right then left in view

winds of winter whisper

through the glass and do

shift and with increasing force they blew

from side to side first this then that

alternating askew

Blackened three just those to see

yet still they draw my glance

as if they warn that the day forlorn

Awaits us in our time.

Holding on three leaves

adorn that window branch I watch.

A day or night will

likely leave the branch bare and solitary

For me others I seldom watch.

One other leaf now like another.

Enjoy the three and let them be a harbinger of change.

Life too faces elements.

Would life be so tenaciously

holding, holding against those storms.



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Three Dried Leaves
Date: Friday, 2nd December 2016 @ 05:05:14 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: pooper
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/Three Dried Leaves



I see outside my window a branch with leaves of three

Though it once had many others

the frost,

the wind first burnt the colors then wind stripped it free.

Leaves tremble,

looking lost in all now but memory.

Fragile looking and crumpled yet hanging there to see.

They serve no other purpose

but visual

Long past days of beauty

hanging tenuously

Why?

What restrains their leaving

why or what purpose can there be?

I often watch them in day and dusk

Wondering how they manage against the storm



of rain and wind

of bending branch fluttering and corrupted

by natures vagary

On the morrow still I think

The season narrows chances

and yet I fret for I do not like their existing chances.

There and there their silhouette first right then left in view

winds of winter whisper

through the glass and do

shift and with increasing force they blew

from side to side first this then that

alternating askew

Blackened three just those to see

yet still they draw my glance

as if they warn that the day forlorn

Awaits us in our time.

Holding on three leaves

adorn that window branch I watch.

A day or night will

likely leave the branch bare and solitary

For me others I seldom watch.

One other leaf now like another.

Enjoy the three and let them be a harbinger of change.

Life too faces elements.

Would life be so tenaciously

holding, holding against those storms.



Pooper

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