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.
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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.
The last leaf on the tree,
that’s me;
the others left home,
forgot about me;
never write, never call –
once the tree was family,
once the tree was all.
I am the
last
leaf on the tree.
Season of mist and rain,
and rain again;
then some more,
and a few drops
like dew drops
that splatter upon the floor.
We wish
that the rain
in Cornwall
would fall
all the more
upon the moor –
as if.
Leaves fall
“Come one, come all!
See what I have found!
A resting ground
where we can lay
and fade away.”
Autumnal leaves
fall from the trees
leaving them barer than before;
the leaf-bearer shedding its load,
and I behold their falling.
Graeme Sandford 