Ah, autumn! As leaves and temperatures fall, it’s time for us to get out our sweaters, rake the leaves, and write fall poetry! I wrote this poem this morning (using the fall season as a verb) while the orange leaves of my Japanese maple waved to me from outside my window.
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Leaves
By Linda Boyden©2021
Soundless,
a leaf floats on
the palm of the wind.
Earthbound, it
glides through a sky of blue;
others soon follow suit .
Clouds amuse and birds tease them
until they land on top of
a pile of fallen brethren
cradled by the warmth of the sun.
Once there, cats roll and claw deep,
leaving behind their tangy odors.
Teens rake them into piles
grumbling all the while
about how stupid and lame
this chore is.
The leaves listen only
to the voices exclaiming
about their beauty
very much like pretty women
or treacherous goddesses.
When little ones kss-kss-kss their feet
through the raked piles, spinning
the leaves skyward again,
do they revel in the blue air,
wondering if this joy might last forever?
Day by night,
night by day, changes come.
The fallen leaves wait,
unaware of their future;
how their October beauty
will slide into November,
shrivel into brown and
wilt into wintersleep.
This is beautiful! Thank you for sharing. I especially like the line, “will slide into November, shrivel into brown and wilt into wintersleep.” Just lovely!