“she’s a leaf”

Written for:  The Twiglets #195 - "she's a leaf"

She's a leaf
I'm a twig
It's a relief
she weighs less than a pig.

In a butterfly
flutter, she sways
and becomes
a fallen leaf.

burnished red leaf
she picks up maple-shaped gift
to paste in her scrapbook

                 There once was a fellow named Leif
                 who enjoyed eating rare roast beef.
                          He met a vegan
                     who said, you know you can
         change your diet.  Try these lentils, I beseech.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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6 Responses to “she’s a leaf”

  1. poetrybydebi says:

    I like them all, Sara but my imagination was caught by the scrapbook one.


  2. Jules says:

    Fun… I’ve tried keeping leaves between wax paper… There is an art to flower and plant drying.

    The first one reminded me of the ditty: Birdy, Birdy in the sky, why’d you do that in my eye? Gee I’m glad that cows can’t fly!


  3. Misky says:

    HA! “weighs less than a pig”


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