The Leaf

The brittle leaf seems heavy today.
Strong winds can’t make it flutter
nor can sweet spring entice it to sway.
For long it has weathered many a rough storms-
Now it hangs frozen with past fears,
awaiting season’s utter:
a streaming sunlight deep and fierce.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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