Among the Leaves


Image by Lauren Nagy

By Lauren Nagy, Editor

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.