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.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Winter is on its way.
- Category: Nature
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Comments6
A most impressive poem Andy .. very visual and very true too .. Neville
Thank you Neville, much appreciated.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
If we could, should we measure the turning of fall to winter by the fall or the last leaf? A beautiful write Andy
We could soren but the weather is so inconsistent nowadays. Thank you.
Andy
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.
Yes arqios, they become the compost for Spring's growth. Thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Brilliant write Andy
Most kind Tony, thank you.
Andy
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.
Those cool temperatures may return in time Dave, thank you.
Andy
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