The autumn ghosts.

Of the leaves that dropped,

just autumn ghosts,

their predecessors

carried their seasonal sacrifice

screaming silently to the end.

To be passed on

for generations

by the gene that spells

fall for all,

one could hear the rustle.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

such a beautiful sound is that rustle....sad for the leaves...and i hear their silent screams...
imagery creates such a picture here.
j.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Jacob for your kind words.