Fall Rustlings

Death and Dead Leaves – on the death of Levi F.

by Flora Jackson Sawyer

empty the cup of your laughter

filled to the brim with tears

looking toward the hereafter

quaking with unknown fears

so to the foot of the mountains

you climbed with zeal and zest

disdaining the lofty heights

of rewarding quest

pitiful you are lying

hopeless with naught but your dreams

and what are they but dying

leaves in a winter stream

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