anythinggoes

This is a poem I wrote in college. It is about the fall time. The first part is from the perspective of the leaf, while the second part is from an adult who is reminded of their childhood.

Deep down my soul is green, but you can still see a little of it at my edges. I have been out in the sun, rain, fog, and wind; and have been changed. My exterior has changed from a luchous green to a brilliant red. Part of my body has been slowly eaten away by a tiny predator. I have never been afraid of heights; yet falling is my biggest fright. Will the fall hurt me? Will I survive? What is the green carpet below me like? There are many new and interesting things that I will experience after the fall. I can’t wait to see what happens next. The fall is a great time of year. I have landed safely now, but I am lonely. Can you come out and play?

As I gaze upon this leaf I am reminded of years gone by. Remembering back to the days of yesteryear; and I can see myself as a child. It is fuzzy at first, but becomes clear. I am raking my lawn; what joy.  Thoughts rush through my mind of the fun I could have after I am done. After the lawn is finished I throw the rake to the side like a toythat has lost its interest. My new toy is now the gigantic pile of leaves I have perfectly formed at the bottom of the hill. I admire a job well done. Then sprint for awhile down the hill and then gently fall to the ground and begin to roll down the hill to the awaiting pile. Like an expert bowler I have found the right placing, motion, and speed for the strike. Wham! Strike! The perfect pile of leaves has now been blown up and now is all over the yard again. My job here is done.

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