I am the late autumn leaf
clinging tightly to the tree
beat up by the summer storms,
fall's colors deserting me.
Aware that with the next hard frost
I'll likely be driven from my home
high within the forest canopy
and join my brethren in the loam.
But stubbornly I still hang on
to the only life I've ever known.
Is this what they really mean
by becoming fully grown?
Alas, the seasons never slow
and soon I'll go where all leaves go
joining the others in the duff
on the ground there far below.
Comments
Hello Stan
A good title/playing with the word fall.
Great use of personification throughout.
Many wonderful lines but I especially like
But stubbornly i still hang on
to the only life I've ever known.
Is this what they really mean
by becoming fully grown?
Lots of appreciation.
Hi Rula
Thank you for the time to read and kind comment......stan
Hi Stan
your sensitivity as a poet very well expressed in this poem personifying a leaf...
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Hi raj
I guess one might stretch things enough to call me sensitive lol. Thanks for dropping by.....stan
Hi Stan
i said "sensitivity as a poet" not necessarily meaning person ...lol...
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lol
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I think stan
you have matured
more than the leaf
soon she will follow hopefully
do dig deep
twill be pure manure
with Stan Brand
marked we assure
LOL guaranteed as before
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Yeah pure manure pretty much describes my scribbling lol. Thanks for visiting
keep ur promise
maintain WORLD PEACE friend stan
just keep on scribbling
Hey Bro
This is beautifully done. Absolutely love it. I really cant suggest anything to improve the already great ;)
Applause !!!!
Love always Sis xxx
Hi sis
Thank you for the kind comment but you know me;I'll keep checking back on this one over time and tweak it a bit here and there. I hope you are doing better and keep on doing what the docs tell you to do (We'll....all the docs except Doc Holliday, I hear he's a perv.........stan
Stan
A good write as always.
Now I wrote a piece a while back where the Loam is once again taken up by the tree and low and behold it makes the new coat of green for the next year..
You are being very Humon wanting to put an end to things as we seem to live and die..
Energy cannot die, and all things are energy, it changes and carries on, if they plant us as a body or scatter us as ashes we will as a physical creature be recycled, though our Spirit as an energy pattern or frequency will carry on to perfection.. Or What ????
Take care and know that they are but a thought away.
Yours Ian ..
Hi Ian
Just because this poem stops with the leaf contemplating joining its friends doesn't preclude its being recycled to a new leaf. lol. Appreciate your visit.....stan
Stan
Will we be as new leaves some time in the future or will we have had enough of being recycled lol
Yours Ian ..