A leaf
falls during a late storm
from
an oak tree just outside my window.
I
watch this leaf wither away,
before it touches the ground.
A
journey to an alternate path
of the
previous one I traveled yesterday,
the
ever lasting walk, brings blisters
to my
feet, that will one day
wither away.
The
hot scorching sun is burning
like
an ant with cruelty from
a
magnifier glass.
Can't
seem to find a shadow
to
hide from the rays
of
this raging fireball in the sky.
I
catch a glimpse of myself
my
reflection staring back at me
waving, melting and withering away.
I peel
open my eyes and I'm safe.
In my
bed, all the familiar surroundings
grabs
the corners of my mouth,
pasting a smile on my face, but..
When I
look out the window
I see
a leaf fall.
The
orange sun coming up,
striking the clouds with pink swirls.
My
feet begin to burn, looking down
at the
smoke that begins to rise
feeling myself burn and wither away.
-by
Donald Armfield
Donald Armfield. When his minds decides to leak out words,
they sometimes make interesting poems, stories, or whatever. He is a coffee
fueled family man with a passion for reading and writing. He has been published by Rooster Republic, James Ward
Kirk, Dynatox Ministries, and more to come.
Painting Courtesy: Ana Maria
Ana Maria was born in Lisbon in 1959. In 1982 she graduated
in Philosophy from the University of Porto and started her teaching career as a
philosophy teacher at a secondary school. Simultaneously, Ana started working as an artist in the
different domains of Fine Arts. She has been taking part in several national
and international collective exhibitions.
