Your 'dry leaves' infuse this poem, for me, with a sense of all the dying person has accomplished–akin to putting leaves between the pages of a book and there they stay as memories of another time. The beauty of the leaf has gone but not its significance.
December 4th, 2015 at 1:27 pm
A touching haiku. Reminds us of all the things we leave undone. Thank you.
December 4th, 2015 at 1:44 pm
Like your poem!
red orange yellow
autumn celebrates
the dying leaves
December 4th, 2015 at 1:59 pm
Your 'dry leaves' infuse this poem, for me, with a sense of all the dying person has accomplished–akin to putting leaves between the pages of a book and there they stay as memories of another time. The beauty of the leaf has gone but not its significance.