LEAVES AND LIVES

From the tree, the leaves lose hold and fall,

Their wrinkled faded fabric, once glorious green then gold,

Evoking human lives meeting their own approaching winter,

Coming to their rest as the world turns cold;

Making way for those that wait their turn,

And like the leaves: they're beneath the foot or they burn.

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Hannah Collins

Tue 26th Sep 2017 18:41

Autumn evokes many feelings. Enjoyed this poem very much.

Thank you for your comment on my poem.

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M.C. Newberry

Wed 20th Sep 2017 15:59

Tony - thanks for the companionable comments. There's something about autumn - the end heralding a new beginning - that strikes a chord deep within us.

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Tony Hill

Wed 20th Sep 2017 09:23

Almost missed this short poem. Glad I didn't. Love the autumnal tone and wish I'd written the last line. Tony

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