More leaves leave
⁃ prose
The leaves fell from the trees in droves; it behoves me to say that this proves nothing; Autumn has shoved Summer into the past and has taken hold; will autumn last for a while? Yes. Yet, eventually, Autumn, too, will be relegated into the past, and then… well then comes Winter, and we shall see what that brings.
More leaves leave
⁃ poetry version
The leaves fell from the trees in droves;
it behoves me to say
that this proves nothing;
Autumn has shoved Summer into the past
and has taken hold;
will autumn last for a while?
Yes. Yet, eventually,
Autumn, too, will be relegated into the past, and then…
well then comes Winter,
and we shall see what that brings.
A leaf fell from on high
to on low
the only way it knew to go.
I feel so numb
now that Autumn is here.
Take Summer Sun fast receding
into the dim and distant past,
seemed cooler this year,
and it’s as if Autumn had already been here
for many months.
Once, the Summers were hot – once.
And autumn was not;
but, maybe seasons can cast to type,
if we dare to ignore
Autnumbthe anti-apocalypse hype.
Leaves without trees,
and trees without leaves;
the Autumn and the Wind
are such seasonal thieves.
.
Gone are the thick coats of summer,
and barely they stand
or they fall;
leaves without trees,
cling to their memories,
and trees without leaves
wait the call.
I was walking along,
when a leaf, from off of.a tree,
landed upon my head,
damaging me –
I was concussed?
Nobody fussed
over my supine body,
but, other leaves soon joined in,
tapping a cacophonous threnody
upon my broken pate;
at this rate, I’ll be
the mound of the fallen zero –
more a landmark,
less a hero.
“Leaves! Leaves! Leaves!
No one believes
the amount of leaves
that will fledge from the trees;
and fall upon my garden.”
.
“Pardon?”
.
“Oh, nothing – it’s just work for me to do.”
.
“Would you rather they did levitate?”
.
“No … probably not.”
.
“Good. Now just get on with your task –
it’s all I ask.”
.
“Thanks, G! Perhaps you could lend a hand?”
.
“Okay.”
.
.
And the winds did blow
And the leaves did fall
And so I chased after them –
And G looked down
smiled
and had a ball.
Posted in Poetry
Tagged # God, #Autumn, #Leaves, #LeavesFall, #poetry. #poem, Fall, nature
Autumn is …
awesome,
that’s all I can say,
as I just used the similarities
of the words
to fuel my word play.
In Autumn,
a leaf fell;
in the Fall,
it also fell;
be it one or the other,
the result was the same:
the first to fall,
I have found,
presages a general
leaf fest upon the ground.
“Nadelik Lowen!”
I called to all the people.
“Kynnyav yw!” they cried.
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