Self portrait with leaves

Mcc.1111by robert mccolley23 Apr 2014

Some people ask of the wind/
The demise of the call/
A moments laps between/
Why the bird had to fall/
Where the time will seize/
How does the sky stand up/
And other perfect oddities/
When will they awaken/
And see/
The questions are only/
Breath upon the mind/
And the heart/
An inevitable/
Pouring of the blood/
Upon the vibrant silhouette/
Of ones brief moment.

Just one moment/
To take in the portrait/
Of this encapsulated scene/
With all it’s waning beauty.

- RAmccolley (c) 2014