Leaves – Poem by Stacey Lawrence

Poetry by Stacey Lawrence

April breezes warm through
soft afternoon, pink air on my lips
that tune in my ear, you on my mind.
I smile at a cold brook, the jagged
crossing, balancing on sharp rocks
happily stretching my foot to shore.

Now, I sit on stone wall, sad
like Humpty Dumpty or I walk
miles over wooded paths of mud,
skeletal remains of leaves left dead
to stamp, tromp, tramp on
soil’s brown hybridized with a tree’s innards,

wondering.


About the Poet

Stacey Z Lawrence teaches Poetry and Creative Writing to high school students in Maplewood, NJ. She has studied poetry at The Frost House and The Millay Colony.  She is working on her first book of poems.

For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.

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