Falling Leaf and Snow

A Moon Poem

By James-Clifton Spires (copyright 2000)

Where is the pool that forms

When the bright red leaf

Falls bleeding from the tree's arms?

Why does the ground

Immediately become coarse and dried

Like a crime scene

Discovered too late for solving?

The moon gives no answers.

The once-flaming leaves

Tumble bloodless under an orb,

Sucking up the color

B efore coming to a rest.

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