Autumn

In the fall, do the leaves cry,
when they turn colour, shrivel, and die?
Surrounded by turning leaves,
I don't hear,"one more day please!"
Autumn leaves who paid their dues,
leaves in ochre and sienna hues.

Violet dragon flies complement the flair,
such a beautiful time of year,
I feel and hear a celebration,
another year lived in jubilation.

Forest sounds in harmony,
part of nature's symphony.
My dog and I, high up in the Monashee Pass,
painting my canvas, scenery's first class.
Tree fashion, anything but green,
colours never before, ever seen.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Experienced this past fall for a week with no wifi, or radio signals, with only the discrete chatter of the forest and gentle lapping of Lost Lake at my doorstep. Monashee Pass is in the interior of British Columbia, just east of Vernon, B.C.

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Edmonton, AB, CAN

Favorite Poets: Alice Major

Comments

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this one seems a bit unconnected to me. The first stanza an interesting take on the acceptance of death in nature. The second about the joy/beauty of nature. The third starts with music and nature, switches over to painting. (I would change the wording so it doesn't sound like you and the dog a doing the painting ) So i feel the poem lacks a coherent center. I always try to tell it as i see it.Loved your last poem, and so stated.
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