Fall from grace

The leaves once so pretty

flirted shamelessly with

every gentle breeze

and how gracefully

they danced in the

bright glow of every sunshine.


Now touched by the

cold autumn wind

the leaves break free

from the trees

to hide their wrinkles

and fall from grace

into a roadside ditch.

◄ Floral dance


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Abdul Ahmad

Wed 16th Sep 2020 16:11

Dan thank you for your constructive criticism on this work. Every season has a purpose and autumn is when nature begins to slow down before winter locks it down and spring reawakens it.

Appreciate the encouraging like.

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Dan Holtan

Wed 16th Sep 2020 15:29

I am impressed with the imagery and efficiency of your words, but also somewhat depressed. This season in life does have it's purpose.

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Abdul Ahmad

Wed 16th Sep 2020 10:32

Shifa many thanks for your recent visit and the encouraging remarks left. The like is much appreciated.

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Shifa Maqba

Wed 16th Sep 2020 04:21

there's so much beauty in this concise poem. very well written!

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Abdul Ahmad

Sat 12th Sep 2020 20:20

Thank you Nicola for your commentary on Fall from Grace. Much appreciated.

Nicola Beckett

Sat 12th Sep 2020 20:14

Beautiful xx

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Abdul Ahmad

Sat 12th Sep 2020 20:11

Stephen I too pray that the predicted heatwave will encourage them to hold on. Thank you for the like.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 12th Sep 2020 17:59

Lovely rhythm, Abdul. Hopefully the heatwave will keep them in place for a few more days!

Robert Haigh

Sat 12th Sep 2020 17:06

Nicely described in poetic fashion. Perfect title too.

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