Tempting Revolution
I find myself in the breath of autumn
Dancing below the bellowing leaves
Indifferent to gradual conversion
The gifting fall receives
Trees dress without warning
Bursting in hues we thirst to see
Welcoming red, orange and yellow
Assurance of brisk air soon to be
In a glimpse I am married to their ways
Their tumbling candor, their restoration
Free in sight, eager in living
Trees explode in transformation
As I part from paths that endear
My time, a colorful illusion
In my pocket I carry remembrances
Of remarkable leaves in tempting revolution
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Author:
Katie B. (
Online) - Published: December 24th, 2025 06:14
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As I read this poem leaves seem a metaphor for life that one lives from birth and its greenness through maturity and old age and its changing of colors and death in its fall. Those memories carried in our pocket. A lovely read my friend
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