Fear of Falling
As autumn begins,
might this be
the very end of us ..
For today tho’ we cling
or we climb to long
limbs and strong boughs ..
Come tomorrow,
we may fly, dance, or fall
alone with the wind ..
-
Author:
Neville (
Offline)
- Published: September 1st, 2025 08:10
- Comment from author about the poem: so that's another summer done and dusted ..
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 48
- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange, rebellion_in_sanity
Comments9
Indeed seasons come and go and so do our seasons. Although some seem sad with the passing it is just as easy to be glad with the coming or better yet just observe the beauty of it all. Lovely Neville so fitting any time of year or age.
Many thanks for taking a leaf out of my book .. πππππΏπ₯¬πππππΏπ
You are most welcome Neville
Well if you don't want it, send it down here....
(I have a terrible feeling I should be careful what I ask for...)
... I have a feeling its on its way βοΈβοΈπ¨οΈβοΈβοΈπ¦οΈπ§οΈπ
We'll either fall or fly, might as well dance during the process!
Absobloominlutely .. many huge THANKS for joining in NinjaGirl .. Neville
Of course!
I like this. Well Said. It's Winter and his Bully Boy tactics I detest. Like a Motorcycle Gang riding into town.
Precisely .. Cheers Kevin .. ππ
Yeah. Bummer, huh? I do love the fall, but..................π₯Ί As for the poem..this could NEVER FALL! Amazing man! Love it and, honestly, one of my faves. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
You are far too kind for words Tristan so please accept a bunch of appropriate emojis as a small token of my HUGE appreciation ππ¦ββ¬π¦ββ¬πββ¬π€π¦ββ¬π¦ββ¬πββ¬π
They may fall, but for a brief time we enjoy their beautiful colors, we even try to catch them as they drift to the ground. Such a lovely poem to welcom autumn, more than ready here.
I'm so glad we behave in very similar ways tho' on opposite sides of the Pond .. Bless you Bella my friend .. Here's me waving and wishing you and yours well ππ
Waving back at you my friend and wishing you well!
it may be a free fall, and one may land in the soft cushion of dead leaves or may thud on the hard ground, depending on our luck
enjoyed the read
Many thanks indeed and again my friend .. My word how you spoil me .. Kindest regards & All Good Things, Neville ππ
you are most welcome - enjoy reading your verse - so let the Muse be your constant companion
take care - have a beautiful day - warm regards
A fine write, Neville. Summer does seem to be over very suddenly. And it is getting dark by eight o'clock.
Thanks Tom .. it wont be too long before we both get up and retire in the dark will it .. Stay well & write on bro ..
Only one word is needed - beautiful!
Ditto .. THANKS ππ
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.