Fallen leaf

Fallen leaf

Out of place,
belonging nowhere...
...drifting ,
carried by a wind from one place to yet another...
Never finding home,
never being part of anything.
Always alone,
being kicked out of the way by busy feet..
Not picked up and appreciated its rare unique looks and beauty....just swept aside like a nuisance...

Like a fallen leaf of the autumn,
coming to an end of its' time..
Never really seen,
easily forgotten..
Out of sight,out of mind..
And as the first flakes of snow effortlessly land to the frozen ground, so does the fallen leaf be buried under the soft cool white blanket - it is time for goodbyes.

Ann O'Songland