It was the beginning of Autumn and the leaves were terrified,
The more observant noticed on the ground that those once green had died,
They feared that they were the next to take the trip to the other side.
Some strong souls hang on much longer, like stalwarts on the Titanic,
I noticed there were leaves that leaped into the blue beyond panic,
Perhaps they knew that their sole purpose and their joy was organic.
I looked out my window at falling leaves and they look back at me,
I wondered if we were alike, gravely clinging to the same tree,
Headed for a dreadful landing wondering what it means to be.
After a while, new shoots of green broke out were the old had been,
They grew proudly as if they knew it was a strange cycle unseen,
It made me think that there was something going on behind this scene.
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David Wakeling (
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Fine words David. We went for a walk along My River the other day and the leaves were on the ground but some of the trees had new buds on them.
Andy
Its Nature at her finest.Thanks for commenting
I like the question if the leaves and us are the same gravely cling on, i think we probably are. Really enjoyed the read
Thank you for noticing that. Very perceptive of you.
You are very welcome, enjoy your day
The cycle of life put in poetic verse with personification added to spice it up. Written from the second person it makes for a great metaphor as well.
Thank you compadre. It is always enlightening to read your insight.
The parallel between the leaves and human existence is particularly striking! And the emergence of new green shoots at the end of the poem offers a hopeful resolution, that could remind it's reader that life continues despite the cycles of death and renewal. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you for your insightful critique. Excellent
Cheer DWa 🙏🏻
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