These fallen leaves
Blown by Autumn breeze
Call to me
And say, “be free”
The wild wind
Blows strong and free.
While these leaves
Blow hither and thither
In the breeze.
I would rather be
The eternal wind.
But if I could fly
Like these Autumn leaves.
I might, for a while
Feel I was free.
I like this poem very much.
Thank you, Liz. I’m delighted you like my poem.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
I love this.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted you enjoyed my poem.