Whisper of the Leaf

 

Taken from "[what if a much of a which of a wind]" by E. E. Cummings

Silent and still on the darkened path,

A lone leaf rests from its journey past.

Once it soared in heights above,

Now it lies below, in quiet love.

Veins etched deep, stories told,

A life once vivid, now grown bold.

It holds a grace, both soft and slight,

A fleeting mark in fading light.

The trees behind, a distant blur,

Stand tall and strong, yet do not stir.

And here it sleeps, its tale complete,

A gentle end, serene and sweet.

Poetry Prompt:

Reflection by Melissa Lemay at dVerse Poets Pub

A pocketful of sunshine and