Enigma Weekend Edition: Poetry by Ainsleigh Motta
"Autumn Leaves"
by Ainsleigh Motta
by Ainsleigh Motta
Autumn
leaves soaring in the wind
Each of the
them a shade of vibrant tangy orange
Wilted and
rough their edges are
Yet each set
of braille completely their own
Beautiful
and crisply they continue to fly
Few red
leaves fly on by, un-phased by their orange brethren
The
unnoticeable presence does not prevail
Those that
first fell from the tree begin to wilt
They lie on
the road tainted and kaput
Through rain
and snow, sun and shine
Yet again
swept off their feet
They shatter
and drift through the pale yellow sky
Occasionally
one’s stem might latch to that of another
Broken again
and again by the reckless wind
Tossing and
turning, spinning and flipping
Their dance
continues in a silver sky
The dance of
a zombie, so it seems
For their
lifeless bodies can no longer breathe
The wind
doesn’t listen, the wind doesn’t care
Craving more
entertainment, the sky booms its voice
The leaves
bitterly weep, their tears flooding the streets
The sky
crackles in amusement over and over again
For the
journey of a leaf shall not reach its end
Until spring
doth shine its light
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