About the Poem
I was walking around my college campus this last fall, through the leaves, and the smell of the leaves evoked this poem.
|by Wendy Flora
They say that the season of death is winter...
They are wrong.
It is the fall.
Fall is when everything dies...
Leaves turn and fall
They say the color of death is black...
They are wrong.
The colors of death are red
When I'm walking alone
Through the leaves, I think on this.
I always thought that rotting leaves
Smell like olives.
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