Dry Leaves

Creators

Mary M. Schortemeier

Description

In stealth
Stalking its prey
Winter is creeping
Groping its way.

Today
Summer is reigning.
Only the dry leaves
Show it is waning.

Too soon
Comes one final leap
For winter - for summer
Only to weep.

Today
My heart is young.
Dry leaves for me?
From mortals I'm sprung.

Recommended Citation

Schortemeier, Mary M. (1942) "Dry Leaves," Manuscripts: Vol. 10 : Iss. 1 , Article 7.
Retrieved from: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol10/iss1/7