I Write Poetry

Slowing it Down

Gently and softly falling
Towards the earth
Dust
Dusty
Feisty with no need for battle
The war is over
Eventually eroded by time
Decay
Renewal a distant past
But expected
Again?
I would have slowed it down a bit
Held the pinpoints of grace
Cherished the leaves
Slowing it down
As I cherish you in this time