Among the Leaves
Image by Lauren Nagy
Take me back where I came from,
Another hour on another sun’s path
With trees more gold and wind less cold,
Where leaves are dead and I’m alive.
Yes, to sit in them,
Prickled and twitching, soft and smoky,
To stare up at the sky and make it promise never to change
And to close my eyes when it breathes its pity lies
And to let the breeze blow me away.
Oh, to lie among the leaves again,
I needn’t wait long,
For my autumn approaches,
And soon the hallows and I will take to the golden evening
And fly out like the geese,
Into the cold blue gray,
Never to return.
About the Contributor
Lauren Nagy, Editor
Lauren is a senior at Freehold High School, eager to be entering her third year as a writer for The Colonial's literary magazine and her second year as an editor. An avid reader, she is also a multi-instrumentalist and enjoys knitting when she can find the time. Despite her place in the Medical Sciences program, she foresees a career in neither medicine nor science - and would rather study English, creative writing, and music in college. If she wrote a novel that one day became a widely beloved classic, that would be pretty nice too.
