Only the path knows the end,
Twisting and turning
'Round every bend
By the water lilies, it wanders
Near the roses, it runs
Through the mums, it meanders
It's a street for whomever inhabits it--
A Main Street for the squirrels
With a crosswalk for rabbits
A final home, an invite
For the leaves to land
After their autumn flight
Of solid foundation,
It guides my feet
On my next exploration
Zigzagged, intertwined,
It'll lead you to what
It wants you to find.
-Madeline Male
Madeline writes in a variety of poetic forms, from rhyme and free verse to haiku and limerick. She also enjoys reading, dancing, and photography. Much of the inspiration for her work comes from observing the natural world.
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