Until Spring
How I wonder
Each and every
Year
How many
Leaves
Might shed a
Tear
As they
Tumble and
Fall to the
Ground
Each one of
Their dances
Unique
A golden
Explosion
A seasonal
Masterpiece
Of sight
Without Sound
No doubt
About it
The very
Prettiest cloud
And
Something
Surely
To consider
Out loud
The briefest of
Wind blown
Murmerations
Individual heroes
Versus flocks
Of willing sheep
Those
That take a dive
And those who
For love do leap
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Neville (
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Your words today make me mindful of the current state of our trees. In my garden i planted a tulip tree 16 years ago. It hasn't shown a blossom yet which is a disappointment but its a lovely thing. Sad to see it's skeletal form as it survives winter. Hard to believe this same beauty is so full of life in spring through summer and has an outstanding display each autumn.
I'm somewhat of an individual soul and like to think that as life's wind blows me around and gradually wrecks my once fine foliage, I do occasionally do a leap for the sake of love. A love of this life.
Thanking you sir and monumentally so... I do know precisely what you mean.... oh' and for what it is worth... my favourite tree of all time is a giant of a tulip tree in Delapre Abbey Northants.... Neville
The fall of leaves could never be given more appeal with better imagery than in this your tribute to their gentle departure - clouds of fluttering bring colour to ground and I was so intrigued by your final personified lines Nev - - so aptly describing
"Those that take a dive
And those who
For love do leap".......... great read.
Thanks Fay.. You know I appreciate ya...… Neville
I do........................ but tis still awful good.
A fine write Neville.
Thank you Steven 😎
Such a good write
You are very kind.. Thank you
I think that leaves are the reason they call it "Fall".and maybe why we "fall" in love. I loved this description of dancing leaves brought to life in their annual "leap." Those colorful :clouds" that we tenderly rake into bags or barrels. Some may be followers and others die gloriously in the name of love. Very human-like. A great read/poem. - Phil A.
Can't thank you enough sir.. a most welcome and much appreciated visit for sure.... Neville
Wonderful images of my favourite season of the year, the colour are so wonderful and profound in Autumn.
Andy
Thanks Andy... and meant sir, muchly.... N
Expertly written, very interesting read
thank you SerenWise… much appreciated...
Neville
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