To a dead leaf, lost on concrete
I found myself considering the sadness of leaves and seeds that fall where they can neither decompose nor have the opportunity to germinate and grow. And so, on a (serious) whimsy, I promised the residue on the garage floor that when I was finished with taking their photographs, there, I would gather up them all and return them to the outdoors, where they may decay, or sprout, and live again.
I cry for the leaves on the garage floor
thrown out in new plastic bags
not renewing the soil
Copyright © 2019-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld.
Hey, tone it down, there!
Pitch-and-Toss ain’t meant to be
no blame shoutin’ match.
Copyright © 2019-04-15, by Lizl Bennefeld. Written for #RonovanWrites weekly haiku poetry writing challenge prompt: Pitch&Tone.
“Pitch-and-Toss” is a game of chance.