When trees go to sleep and their leaves turn to gold
There’s a magical story about to unfold
For deep in the forest tiny creatures prepare
To color their leaves with the greatest of care
Their palettes are covered with more than just gold
And the colors they choose are a sight to behold
The orange and red, the pink and the yellow
The colors they blend are so lovely and mellow
These sweet little creatures watch over the trees
And dress them for autumn, for each tree to please
They scamper so fast with persistence and ease
And the rustling they make you’ll mistake for the breeze
And when they are done the trees heave a sigh
And bowing their heads know that winter is nigh
For this grand array of color will last
But briefly as do their dreams of the past
Then these tiny creatures bid a fond goodnight
And retire for winter filled with joy and delight
Now the trees are alone as winter draws near
And it’s time to shed leaves and all they hold dear
The trees become dormant, their leaves become brittle
And the wind comes along to help them a little
A shower of leaves like a shower of snow
Will fall to the earth as a blanket below
They’ve now settled in for those long winter dreams
Of dew drops and warmth from the suns radiant beams
All through the winter they sleep in sheer bliss
Awaiting the arrival of that first gentle kiss
The first hint of spring will gently shake
Those ethereal creatures to now be awake
They stretch and they yawn, their slumber was sweet
But there’s work to be done and a job to complete
To waken the trees from their long winter nap
So they light on each bough with a kiss and a tap
“O beautiful trees” their voices do sing
“It’s time to wake up to such wonderful things”
Their chorus swells as the trees come awake
A concert of spring for all to partake
Tiny buds will begin to appear overnight
And unfold into leaves to our wondering delight
The creatures join hands and dance ‘round each tree
They skip and they hop with such unbridled glee
For the trees are their friends and it’s time that we see
That the trees are the best friends to you and to me
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Author:
Bella Shepard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Autumn is my favorite season, and I admit I'm a tree hugger. What I especially love is walking through that glorious display of color each year. So this is my whimsical homage to the trees I love.
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Really beautiful lovely poem full of very nice imagery
Thank you for the kind words.
The poem is very nice , I like it .
Greatly appreciated!
Yes, the trees sure do a great job for mankind. Always wanted to meet a tree hugger.
Thank you. I don't think I've ever met a tree that I didn't want to hug. Sometimes that can get you into trouble.
I suppose if the tree is in someone's garden, then there might be issues. lol
A wonderful poetry
Justifying the beautiful nature with a wonderful imagery
Thank you, I appreciate your kind words.
Instantaneously, I experience affinity to your ebullient energizing magical way with words, and would feel flattered if a regular exchange, (albeit courtesy flow of electrons) could allow, enable and provide an acquaintanceship to manifest.
🙂 Friendship akin to meth hid den Magic crystalline beauty
ah, how me heart doth alight
at ability to share
electronic cheerful byte
analogous how snowfall
etches n sketches silhouettes
once dusk shed daylight
spurring this summer e poetic flight
akin to frozen precipitation
sculpted in natural
bas relief ascension
from horizon to heavenly height
albedo effect from
glistening snow light
though downy soft,
n chess tan ordinary knight
wintry skittering
carpet exudes might
sans luminescence
transforming night
effacing terrestrial
and human blemish and/or plight
mother nature quite
adept to a right
human imprint into blinding sight
from pure flakes
of incandescent white
so enjoy this moment
and regale each sight
celestial vault intimates might
aboot five feet ten inches in height
envying those who know
how to meld words
with power to delight.
I would enjoy exchanges in which we can partake of that veritable smorgasbord of delights. Namely words, and the limitless way in which we can use them. Thank You, Bella Shepard
A wonderful description of the tree cycle. Anthropomorphized in such a gentle and peaceful way. A beautiful picture.
Thank you so much for your kind words.
Had my visit been more timely, I would probably not be here right now ..
On reflection though, this is one of those rare occasions, when I am more than happy to be here at all ..
Better late than never eh' and boy, do I like fall .................... Neville
Dearest Neville, Your beautiful heart and soul always touch my sensibility in such a meaningful way. I'm so sorry I was absent from the site while you were in Ukraine, and have only caught up now. It means so much that I have found such wonderful and caring friends with whom to share thoughts and feelings. God bless you always my friend.
.......................... sentiment reciprocated my Friend 🙂
i too am a tree lover, dear Poet
have also penned a few tributes
for those wrinkled conduits
to wisdom
and serenity's art of stillness
thank you!
and yeah Autumn is a season
for healing and hoping
'And when they are done the trees heave a sigh
And bowing their heads know that winter is nigh
For this grand array of color will last
But briefly as do their dreams of the past
Then these tiny creatures bid a fond goodnight
And retire for winter filled with joy and delight'
Thank you dearest friend for sharing the love of trees with with me, I always look forward to your comments. Autumn is my very favorite season, and walking in that beautiful world, sheer bliss. Hug a tree for me!
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