Leaving home

F. Lee Jennings Multitudes of them daily leaving leaving home yet not quite grieving different ways but the same from every color, hue and region leaving, leaving home in legions ones and twos and threes and tens not quite sure when it begins no one tried to make them stay though some were sad to see them go they didn’t try to stop them though for after all that time at home twas good for them to go and roam to twirl around and skew off there while many others soared and sailed their mothers all just stood and wailed so soon they all would come to rest to make the forest floor a nest a colored carpet laid each fall by leafy children of the trees landing there on bended knees Then wait beneath the winter snow hidden there while sharp winds blow for next years children coming down coming twirling, sailing down a carpet laid still coming down