Falling

Little brown leaves
While surfing the sky,
Wither and wander,
Then crumble and die.

Flecks fill the fallows as
Winds wave goodbye,
Muffling the sound of
The Rain's Requiem cry.





Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-06-23 at 11:42

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Clara Mae Gregory The PoetBay support member heart!
Written in the 70's while attending Mars Hill University at Mars Hill, up in the mountains of North Carolina near Asheville. I was 18 and it was published in the school's poetry publication for Mars Hill students and alumni. This is a totally literal nature poem. Whatever a reader might see metaphorically speaking, is their own interpretation. Enjoy. or not.
2026-06-23


Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
too much amateurism, it will kill you
2026-06-23