February 28th
I see skin
wrinkling.
Water
receding.
I sense
others
fighting
it.
I remember
autumn leaves
explode
with color.
I hear,
we are
autumn
leaves.
Beauty
bursting
before
we crumble.
2017, As I See It, poetry, think about
February 28th
I see skin
wrinkling.
Water
receding.
I sense
others
fighting
it.
I remember
autumn leaves
explode
with color.
I hear,
we are
autumn
leaves.
Beauty
bursting
before
we crumble.