where the leaves fall

leaf on the tree
trembles

made brittle by scorching summer
browned in July
fallen in August
stomped in September
decomposed in October
I met the girl in November

on top of the wet leaves
we kissed in December
and the leaf trembled again

not from the wind
not from the cold
but from her nervous hands
and my thumping heart

and when I walked away
down the lonely path
I thought to myself
I want the world to tremble again
as we kiss
under the maple tree
where the leaves fall

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  6. First off, thank you so much for your interest in my blog. I’m so impressed with your poetry. The above is so well done. I like the subtle repetition that you use so effectively, especially the repetitive sentence construction that describes the run of seasons, ll. 4-ff. It works so well followed by “I met the girl…”
    Excellent. I definitely look forward to reading more of your work.

    Again thank you, and I’m glad we’re connected.

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