The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.
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This is splendid. I just felt like the leaf with the winter approach. And ironically,the surname of the girl I am going to date tomorrow is winter. Kinda feel like Prufrock after this.
The phrase 'and fall' creates such an effect and it seems to me that at the end, the leaves are either stretched beyond their limit(as a pessimistic interpretation would suggest) or have been taken to a new place which they were scared of before.
Edited on Feb 18, 8:04 because ''.
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