foliage folk

The Dragonfly, by Yatin Marneni

Daequan Muirhead

this is, we are, autumn leaves 

Destined to die 
Yet gliding adrift 
From home 
From here 
To nothing. 

Free falling from warm-toned crowns 
Come other leaves, here to dance with us 
Doing the waltz of the wilted 
Weaving through twisted branches 
All knowing of their end 

They brush against wicked wood 
Wishing to cut their performance 
Vicious limbs rake them from the air 
Stealing the show and their last moments, 
Snagged. Snatched. Soulless. 
Their curtain call as we fall, mortified. 

And then us, 
Ripped apart as the winds decide 
To collide when the gust dies 
Losing ourselves to the world 
With each pull and push of the breeze 
Until we are the same brittle and broken 
That rests on exposed roots 
And yet, we still twirl around each other 
As we spiral towards the ground. 

this is, we are, autumn leaves 

And as we grace into the goodnight the world asked of us, 
Let’s remember the time we spent atop the canopy 
Mocking those who fell from this grace 
Let us relish in the irony 

Of our arrogance. 
Our last dance is spent in a beautiful tragedy 
Enveloped in the moment 
Destined to die.


Daequan Muirhead is a sophomore English minor at Marquette University. Though he spends much of his time writing, this is his first published work. In their free time, Daequan enjoys cooking, strumming their guitar, and of course, writing poetry.

Yatin Thomas Marneni is a student studying in the Accounting Program at the College of Business Administration at Marquette University. He spends his time studying for class, visiting his family in Illinois, and working on various drawings and paintings.