Fallen Leaves:
In whirls of wind 'cross damp and jagged stone,
In rain drops patter that rings in mine ear,
In crunch of teeth on fresh kill's rugged bone,
Soft voices of sunrises gone I hear.
If tunnels be black then black fur was fire,
Through endless nights green soothing glow remains,
White water fails to wash the scent of briar,
And forest shrubs that memory still retains.
The burning sun shines far too bright to see,
Snow flakes that fall to rest I cannot touch,
The stars above chose not to hear mine plea,
To see once more who to think of's too much,
Too many words I wrongly left unsaid,
This heart would bleed, if all blood had not bled.