I love the constant metaphor between "her" and the leaf, that was a really creative comparison, and the way you kept it going made the poem just seem to flow so well as I was reading it.
"She turned orange and red and grew brittle"
I love the bittersweet connotations that phrase. You think of fall leaves as being beautiful and vibrant, when in reality when the leaves change to such colors when they die. That was an amazing metaphor.
You're for sure one of my new favorite mibba poets.
"She turned orange and red and grew brittle"
I love the bittersweet connotations that phrase. You think of fall leaves as being beautiful and vibrant, when in reality when the leaves change to such colors when they die. That was an amazing metaphor.
You're for sure one of my new favorite mibba poets.