The Last Leaf Of Autumn.

Goldfinch60



Into the garden I go once more,

Just one more effort to tidy the leaves.

The tree has been standing there,

In all its glory, throughout the year.

 

The brilliance of green throughout Summer;

The birds hiding behind the leaves,

Not showing themselves,

But singing through the day

And into those long warm evenings.

And I, just sitting and listening to them;

Hearing Nature’s symphony.

 

The slow change to orange and red

Painted by Autumn’s brush;

An artist whose work has no bounds.

So many colours on her palette,

Creating imagery unbounded

By any restrictive thought;

Showing Nature’s tapestry.

 

As Winter draws nigh

The leaves start to fall,

Leaving gaps through which

The birds can at last be seen.

The chill on the air darkens the colours

As the leaves float to the ground;

Leaving Nature’s starkness.

 

The leaves now cleared,

The garden now tidied

I go indoors, a job well done.

I look up at the tree

Now bare and waiting for Spring,

But there in all its glory, at the top of the tree,

Shines the last leaf of Autumn.

 

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 6th, 2024 01:56
  • Comment from author about the poem: Winter is on its way.
  • Category: Nature
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  • Neville



    A most impressive poem Andy .. very visual and very true too .. Neville

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you Neville, much appreciated.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Good write Gold.

    • sorenbarrett

      If we could, should we measure the turning of fall to winter by the fall or the last leaf? A beautiful write Andy

      • Goldfinch60

        We could soren but the weather is so inconsistent nowadays. Thank you.

        Andy

      • arqios

        Always wondered about the journey of autumn leaves… more like how do they go more than where do they go…. A frozen compost? This poem sends me on a beautiful travel.

        • Goldfinch60

          Yes arqios, they become the compost for Spring's growth. Thank you for your kind words.

          Andy

        • Tony36

          Brilliant write Andy

          • Goldfinch60

            Most kind Tony, thank you.

            Andy

          • Doggerel Dave

            Missed one! Heat generated by all that sweeping has to last...
            Unless I visit the Blue Mountains, I miss those cool temperate autumns. Your poem bought it all back.

            • Goldfinch60

              Those cool temperatures may return in time Dave, thank you.

              Andy



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