Old Poetry – Destiny

Autumn seems like so long ago now that spring is popping up everywhere! This poem was written in November last year after I was inspired by the crunching leaves under my feet. I got thinking about the circle of life and this is what I came up with.



Brown, burgundy and gold.

These are the leaves of old.

Played the part they had to play,

They have now been tossed away.

What a sad life it must be,

Clinging fearlessly to the tree


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