Failure
The leaves are falling too early!
Strewn, green and pliant,
they drift to summer lawns
to wither and die.
Oh, heavily falls failure when,
not yet the season of death,
impatient winds tear and shred,
suck dry life's tender
breath.
poem by Steven Federle
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