Silverstorm's Poems

These are wonderful poems by Silverstorm, please respond to her amazing thoughtful work. Thank you for sharing them Silverstorm, and you are officially invited to become a Spirit Artist, as long as you keep sending in artwork.
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A Leaf

I look up,
A leaf is falling,
From a tree,
Swift and graceful,
As beautiful as could be.

It falls into a stream..
It drifts back and forth.
And now that it’s wet,
the leaf is shriveled and smaller.
But its journey continues yet.

Now the sun rises,
And in a day’s time,
The river is no more,
Leaving fish gasping for breath,
and the leaf; the one that isn’t poor of life.

The wind sweeps up the leaf,
It brings it over a valley,
Over a rocky land,
to a small street,
and into my hand. 

Shadow

A wolf casts its shadow,
over a hill,
and I see it,
It stretches to the abandoned windmill.

A bird,
nothing more than a young sparrow,
Her shadow casts on the ground,
in and out, in the shape of an arrow.

The small shadows that scared you as a child,
are now a part of life, 
You see it everywhere,
And it startles me, like the blade of a knife.

And now I look at my own.
I life my leg, she lifts her leg,
I smile, she doesn’t. 
I plead, she begs.