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Silent Descent

  1. Leaves are turning brown, red and yellow, too,
  2. Falling from their perch, exiting from view,
  3. Touch upon the soil, lie without a sound,
  4. Through the rain and snow, turn into the ground.
  5. Flakes depart the clouds, icy arms extend,
  6. Float through quiet air, silently descend.
  7. Land on leaf and blade or the city street.
  8. Final moment now, melt in mild heat.


By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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