The Leaves Still Fall

I remember days when I awakened
thinking nothing much changed
in my world except these whiskers,
the calendar and clock,
once I closed my eyes in hope
of escaping what had.
One night I cast aside my covers,
with old Mollie’s assistance,
and walked into the autumn air.
Out in our lonely space, she asked
me to open my eyes to the night,
turn my head just so, and listen to
the earth turn, see it roll beneath
those curtains drawn across the firmament.
A tap on my shoulder affirmed her lesson.
The leaves still fall even while we sleep.

– Joseph Hetch

© 2014, poem, Joseph Hetch, All rights reserved


Jamie Dedes is a Lebanese-American poet and free-lance writer. She is the founder and curator of The Poet by Day, info hub for poets and writers, and the founder of The Bardo Group, publishers of The BeZine, of which she was the founding editor and currently a co-manager editor with Michael Dickel. Ms. Dedes is the Poet Laureate of Womawords Press 2020 and U.S associate to that press as well. Her debut collection, "The Damask Garden," is due out fall 2020 from Blue Dolphin Press.