Poetry
Scattered Leaves
A poem on nature and books
Crisp to the touch, papery, dusty, their nostalgic scent sends me to another time, a different place.
Words call out, ink-stained, desperate Eyes closed, I absorb their message, their song, their pain, their joy, feeling earth, wind, rain, other worlds rouse, cries echo, living souls, wailing, wandering.
Life and death, an eternal cycle, a leaf turning, repeating. Soft, sharp edges, frayed, regular, life-worn.
Fine to the touch, crumbly, tender, their wistful windings transport me to a new time, a fresh place.
An escape, a relief, a time capsule, A cry, a wail, a holler, A scrawling, a purging, an imagining. A scattering of pages. A codex of leaves. A library of trees. A forest of books.
Lisa is a poet, writer, teacher, explorer. Her work has been published in several anthologies, including Poetic Notes, available on Amazon. If you’d like to keep in touch, please check out Northern Notes and For The Love.
