Poetry Corner

AUTUMN LEAVES - By James McInerney 

I am but an autumn leaf upon the ground,
A remnant of all summers past,
The ember sun above me shines, 
To warm me on my bed of grass,
My golden skin,
Now paper thin,
Moves in rhythm with the wind,
And though I have no place to call my home,
I still belong to where the seasons roam,
Be it summer, winter, spring or Fall, 
Regardless of the time of day,
Oh how I dance amongst a sea of souls,
Unafraid of "change" that comes my way,
And though the years may differ each time around,
I'll forever be an autumn leaf upon the ground.

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