Author Archives: sunrays

The least we can doTo honour a soul, is toTell their story true.

The leaves suffered, soDon’t trivialise their pain –Tell it as it is.

When you retell it,Ensure you heed the dead leaves,The story is theirs.

They were picked for gloss,Colour, or both – sadly none,Have made it to now.

Sealing a momentIs more than just picking leaves,The story needs more.

Did it rain that day?Or was it terribly hot?Dead leaves do not speak.

Fossils in a book,All captioned in running hand –A slice from old times.

Leaves picked off a bushOn a summer afternoon,And placed in a book.