Life ends as the leaves change
on an aging tree
It's last leafs drops
with the faintest of a breeze
To descend slowly flowing
on the winds of time
crisp golden browns
oranges, reds and yellows
to blanket mother earth
from the cold winters chill
snow flurries drifting
softly threw the meadows
silence stirs deep
in the winter air cool and calm
as mother nature sleeps
her seeds ready to bare
awaiting the sound
of bird song from winters thaw
a dark gray sky in spring
as mother nature
buds with life
a new beginning
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Author:
drgnchaser (
Offline) - Published: February 14th, 2016 03:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to be more positive
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Well it is positive, I feel imagery is critical to understanding of any poetry, and you in my opinion have done just that. Great read! Write On! VaV-VOOM!
Thanks for the comment, it nice to know I'm doing something right
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