I touched death <br />today <br />for a moment <br />as a leaf <br />fluttered <br />to its last resting place <br />on the forest floor <br />and <br />its sadness <br />gripped <br />my throat <br />and stayed my footsteps <br />as I mourned its passing <br />knowing <br />it would <br />never <br />again <br />dance <br />green <br />to the tune <br />of a mischievous breeze. <br /> <br />(11 June 2013)<br /><br />Diana van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-rites-9/
