Change of Season
the morning crisp
memories of other seasons
embedded in the wind
leaves turn
a darker green and gold
waiting for the day they will fall
the final performance
it happens this way
one morning
suddenly the leaves let go
all dancing, whirling in the air
drop to the ground
carpet of spring leaves grown old
dried and golden, a crunch under foot
Written for: https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/
9 comments:
So lovely, Annell.......your poem is the way fall feels, leaves drifting down......the crunch underfoot. Thanks for adding your voice to the conversation.
Beautiful! Change does happen seemingly so suddenly. First there is the green, then all of a sudden the leaves change color and fall. Hard to adjust to this phenomena each here. And being left with the crunch under foot is just so hard!
The brevity of this poem parallels its theme--ah, so quick, so instantly turning over.
There's a beautiful fragrance and vision of Fall coming. Love the colors you've painted of nature.
I too am looking forward to the change of season. Autumn is such a colourful time of the year!
Your fall is so different to our autumn. Here the leaves start to turn yellow and fall when summer drought kicks in. By September, many of the trees, poplars, hornbeams, maples are already half-naked, but some of the oak varieties will stay green well into winter. It's very gradual, and there's always some green. Your fall must be so dramatic!
Soon to happen. You've described the changing of the seasons beautifully.
The final performance... for now :)
Annell, you're right, it is the leaves that decide when to let go. Beautiful poem.
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