Kurtz Lane in Color
Photo by Kathleen Bauer
To The Leaves
by: Kathleen Bauer
I still do not know why some may look at you,
at the beauty you were put on this earth to be,
and only see pollution.
when they cast you aside,
caged inside plastic garbage bags
with no holes for breath.
that, too,
is a form of
pollution.
there is an entire science behind
the development and innovation of the ways to
imprison you,
bury you,
as if you are dead,
not seeing that you still have a different life.
your afterlife.
all the sudden
horrors you endure: first the rake
then the machine, then
electric power, more
sustainable.
how does one look at you
gracing the ground with your mere
elegance that you did not even try for
and see only something
begging to be
removed?
how do you still do it
year after year?