Sometimes The Leaves Speak To Me Poem by Michael Brosky

Sometimes the leaves speak to me
When the wind is right and the world is quiet
They whisper how I should be a better man
How I should clean up my act and live better
That I should love my family more
That I should love my neighbor
They drop a dead leaf now and then
To remind me that all have an end
I know they are green with envy
When I walk against the wind
But their voice is the wind
And they blush with sadness at my resistance
I should find the sea and set my sail
Then they mock me with their stillness
They catch the sun and I catch the sun
And we turn brown and red together
Always they whisper about time and magic
And how the flames threaten at will
Always they shroud their secrets and sky
And how both will one day be revealed
The leaves they scream that fall awaits us all
And the drop can come at any hour
In some hot, mystic tea they reveal a day
When I shall scrape, dry and shriveled
Down a lonely street
Screeching about how I should have listened
But the mast is bare, the ship never set sail
For the journey was never christened