{"sf1_id":334926,"sf2_id":"YnLE2rp1","title":"Poem #40: The Leaves","author":"bhscorch1313","words":125,"posted_at":"2012-02-05T02:37:00.000Z","tags":["Nature","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/334926-poem-40-the-leaves","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLE2rp1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6c/f6/6cf64a1d-0e53-4244-bfb3-5739ca9c05b1","description":"#41 of Poetry\n\nSophmore year my English teacher took us outside, and told us to find two things and write a poem describing what we perceive about the things using the five senses. This is one of those two poems.","content":"_The Leaves_\n\nThe leaves are damp, but not cold;   \nThey feel as if they have been run   \n Under luke warm tap water.   \nThe smell of dew upon grass   \nIs found, like upon the morn.   \nThey curl as a paper in fire,   \nOnly slower.\n\nThey are dirty and stained, like   \n A spot on a carpet, or the   \nSpots of the elderly.\n\nCoarse, yet delicate; delicate   \n As brittle bone and smooth as   \nAn old sidewalk.\n\nLight as a feather; adding to   \n Its delicacy.   \n Its age causing it to fall   \n Apart and crackle, as a fire   \n Sounds and dried mud fails.   \n Ripping apart like the clothes   \nOn a person's back.\n\n~bhscorch\n\n[![Creative Commons License](http://i.creativecommons.org/l/by-nd/3.0/88x31.png)](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)  \n\"The Leaves\" by bhscorch is licensed under a [Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License](http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/)\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/334476-poem-39-memories.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/334928-poem-41-the-wall.json"}}