Mira Posted October 26, 2004 Report Posted October 26, 2004 #51 A lone piece of newspaper Floats through the breeze Information discarded and lost. No one cares for week old sports scores The Penuts comics are all reprints Those faces in the obituaries never belonged to the living And foreign conflicts have never touched me A lone piece of newspaper Floats through the breeze Flanked by a cloud Of orange autumn leaves. #52 One leaf remains on the old maple tree Orangish, Yellowish, Reddish, Brown. It shivers in the wind and seems to say, "I will not let go" "I will not give up" "As long as I hold on Winter will hold up." But that gnarled old man Has never stalled for stubborn leaves. And sure enough, crisp Autumn wind Becomes cold Winter breeze.
Tanuchan Posted December 7, 2004 Report Posted December 7, 2004 I really like these, Mira... it brings to me images of Summer fading into Autumn, and Autumn itself disappearing into Winter's grasp. There's a melancholy conveyed by the old newspaper imagery that fits my mood by the time Autumn would come, and I think many who have enjoyed the happy antics of Summer can relate to that melancholy. #52 is a nice complement to that feeling, and I can see myself looking at that lone maple leaf and wishing it would hold. Thanks for sharing these ~Tanny
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