Thursday, 1 November 2012


Just like that, before I knew it,
25 years had gone,
the children were grown,
and I was out on the deck
with my wife watching the dry,
brown leaves fall silently
to the ground.


Michael Estabrook


Anonymous said...

A nice idea this, moving from personal life to the life around us.It strikes me though, that this small stone could lose some words that are not needed. By cutting out 'dry brown' we still have a good feel for the leaves. Their dryness and brownness is clear to anyone who knows about autumn. Similarly, we understand how and where they fall, so 'silently to the ground' can be scratched as well.

Cynthia said...

Without "the dry brown leaves falling silently to the ground," there would be no sense of time having passed. Your poem is lovely and perfectly stated.