Falling
Rain is falling all around
The dew drops from my mind
Plop plop plops
goes the drops
The plot of my story.
There is a dry spot to sit
I feel rainy today
who knows when the rain will fall on me?
There is a fear of getting wet, cold
and being unable to get dry and warm again.
I can not control the rain.
I am a leaf on a tree
an ever-changing leaf.
Perfect in imperfection,
finished
yet unfinished in every way
strange and beautiful
unique unto a leaf on a tree
and the elements that shape it.
I don’t know just when I lost control,
but do know I was afraid.
A fearful leaf on a tree,
ss-shivering in the wind.
Awake full of color, full of sound
floating falling downdowndown.
Spirit Ariela Olivier is a poet and filmmaker from Los Angeles, California. She has been writing poetry since she was old enough to hold a crayon. She writes poems without a wall to bounce them off. Her work is an invitation for you to peruse the secrets of her soul. She currently resides in sunny Los Angeles. This is her second work to be published.
Copyright © 2015 by Spirit Ariela Olivier
Cover Photo by Ira Joel Haber