I watched you fall
so gracefully,
like yellow sighs
among the trees,
red silent notes
in harmony,
orange vestiges
of summer's memory -
and as you fell
near to the ground,
your final rest,
your journey bound,
I gazed up to
your empty trees
to witness them bow,
most reverently.
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Oct 12, 2022
I Watched You Fall
About This Poem
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Not a thing...
that I would change! Simple clean, and most readable. I needed this! Thank you for the breath of clear, cool air, like Autum is supposed to be. ~ Geez.
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Hello, Geezer,
Thank you, my friend!
L
Why do trees lose their leafs?
For sure, their falling is a sign they're ready for a renewal. A very short and beautiful poem. I like autumn season.
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Hello, Jackweb,
Much to learn from falling leaves.
Thank you for reading!
L
I just got back from a walk
The trail is green yellow and orange. The oaks haven’t yet turned burgundy. The black birch are always the first, then the sassafras
They’re just slowly drifting down
Just like the poem says,
Amazing job,
Tim
Hello, Tim,
It sounds like you had a wonderful walk! Trees are our oldest, dearest friends.
Thank you!
L