Falling Leaves

Published on Sun, 5^th Oct 2025 at 23:31

by William Troup

Falling leaves under a mundane sky; their time will come again ... this veil of rain becomes me, in a maudlin sort of way, as summer departs in triumph, with a haven still unknown. Fallen leaves under good tidings feet; their heart prevails again ... much madness now divides in me, in a ebullient sort of way, as winters hand envelops me, and the season reaches the tone. Flailing leaves aloft in squalls of rain; my mind is whole again ...