Poetry

Leaves

by

CJ Opperthauser

can anyone whisper to me
softly, if you please,
the reason for the leaves on the ground?
wet and lifeless,
waving goodbye to their mother tree

as

they

fall.

swaying side to side,
their last and fatal dance.
can you hear them screaming?
perhaps they simply hum a tune.
a farewell tune.
so long, autumn.
so long.

Library

by

CJ Opperthauser

pages shuffle with grace and pride,
books knowing much more than the humble folk
who briskly walk through the doors
could ever understand.

the light clicks of the keyboards roar in the background...
but the pages.
the pages engulf the senses,
words flying by as the murmer continues.
lost in a story,
returning the very last thing in mind.

libraries are a wonderful place
to escape.