Poetry Uncategorized

Silent Descent

  1. Leaves are turning brown, red and yellow, too,
  2. Falling from their perch, exiting from view,
  3. Touch upon the soil, lie without a sound,
  4. Through the rain and snow, turn into the ground.
  5. Flakes depart the clouds, icy arms extend,
  6. Float through quiet air, silently descend.
  7. Land on leaf and blade or the city street.
  8. Final moment now, melt in mild heat.


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By Kim Siever

Kim Siever is an independent queer journalist based in Lethbridge, Alberta. He writes daily news articles, focusing on politics and labour.

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