The Dying Leaves

My friend wants to cut them off.

But I believe that nature can

Decide to drop these yellow leaves

When plant and leaves will amiably part.


As in drawings, I like dark and light

To congregate; I like lingering lines

That fade where line and page are one.

My friend likes dark lines that define.


I want a leisurely look and life.

He thinks life is work and must be

Paid for everyday: I will die

Of long disease; my friend of heart attack.


Originally published in Maufris.  From Text and Commentary, Mandala Publications, 1993.

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About lymangrant

Lyman Grant is a professor of creative writing and humanities at Austin Community College. He has work at ACC since 1978. He is the author or editor of two textbooks, two books relating to Texas literature, three volumes and a chapbook of poetry. Recently he traveled the United States for a year in a 34-foot RV 5th wheel trailer with his wife and two younger sons.