Leaves

Amanda Woodard

 

Underneath the dead leaves what lies there?

Secrets litter the soil just as the needles flake

Off the pine.  They are dead.  Is there anything else.

Secrets are left undisclosed.

The temperature drops.

They sing the desperate “hush-hush” like a lullaby.

Keep our secrets. They are barren,

As are the trees which were once speckled and

Abundant with leaves. The strong hold, the strong

Truths that they hold dear in their hearts shield the

Ground.  Just like the leaves and needles which

Have fallen on the forest floor, secrets have also.

 

 

 

Amanda is a UHMC student currently taking English 104, Introduction to Creative Writing, taught by Paul Wood.