Alan .S. Jeeves

The Golden Tear Of Fall

A golden leaf falls to the ground,

As she, the tree, now sheds a tear;

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

 

A lifeless frond, crisp and browned

No longer green this time of year;

A golden leaf falls to the ground.

 

With tumult blowing all around

The leafy laden atmosphere,

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

 

Then gently floating downward bound

Rustic, wrinkled, disheveled, sere;

A golden leaf falls to the ground.

 

Soon to rest. whereupon is drowned,

In a pool of foliage near;

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

 

So Autumn chills will sweep profound

And frantic winds at last appear;

A golden leaf falls to the ground

It tumbles down with ne'er a sound.

 

ASJ

 

 

Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write Alan.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Thank you Steve. Have a happy Autumn.
      Ex animo,. Alan

    • Trenz Pruca

      Autumn id coming. Good write.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Thank you TP. Yes Autumn is around and about once more, let's enjoy it.
        Kind regards, Alan

      • Goldfinch60

        Great write about the coming of my favourite season where Natures Artwork thrills me with its infinitesimal colours.

        Andy

        • Alan .S. Jeeves

          Of course Andy, I already know that you will enjoy your Autumn. Walk amongst it, breath it, and be well.
          Ex animo, Alan



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