SS (03/02/1990 / Washington)

Falling Leaves

Youth a golden shadow
here but not to stay
like clouds the wind
may chase across the bay

an incoming tide
sweeps fallen years once gay
soon washing upon
darkening shore cold grey day

so softly
falling last leaves do fall.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

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Comments (2)

this poem is so nice :) i also have a teacher that means very much to me she is a good teacher... care about every students a lot
That was a very nice poem. I had a few teachers who were just like Mrs. Morman. They meant the world to me. They help shape me into the person I am today. -Michael