LEAVES IN A CRADLE
Through the pain on the ground dry crisp leaves
They lay on the ground droplets of
mirrors interweave.
The season that goes full circle
Hillsides that overlap with streams
of purple.
Expressions within the shadows images
soft windows.
Of a world on droplets shimmer as
the wind blows.
As they curl whispers of life and death
on gems.
A life full circle a brush of lavender on
the rims.
As lazy they lay on frosty silver ground
Droplets lay on leaves soft and round.
The rain cradles in the leaves in the night.
As streams they carry the tears through
the moonlight.
Until a shadowy cloud drifts across
the moon.
Shadows on dry leaves in the night
a sad musica tune.
What is life? What is death?
Only in the last breath.
Poem Copyright Cheryl Zweigart
January 1, 2010
photo copyright BRowland 2010
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