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Autumn leaves to be reborn

The fluttering of the autumnal flags

clinging onto the last hope

of the now distant summer

brittle and brown they hang on

for dear life to their arboreal home.

The bark, it protects and guards the

living trunk against the bite of the

Northerly wind while the leaves

they suffer stoically the chilly breeze.

One final breath, and they are pulled

from their earthly space

to fall down, to feed and form

others in their place.

Autumnleavesreborn

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Adieu, but not forever ►

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Jon Stainsby

Sun 18th Nov 2018 17:12

Thank you, Beno.

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Sun 18th Nov 2018 07:24

Lovely descriptive poem, capturing autumn well.
Clever last two lines just remind the reader that the rebirth in spring is not to far away. Makes you want to pull your coat tight around you, and enjoy and endure the freshness of winter for the prize yet to come.
Thanks for sharing Mr Stainsby.
Beno.

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 17th Nov 2018 08:13

And I thank you, Taylor. xx

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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 17th Nov 2018 06:52

Hi Jon, I was on a train travelling home yesterday. I was thinking the scenery would make a beautiful poem, but nothing formulated.
As I read your poem it was perfect and brought to mind my journey.
You write beautiful evocative poetry and I thank you. ?

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 16th Nov 2018 16:42

Thank you all.

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keith jeffries

Fri 16th Nov 2018 12:59

A good autumnal poem.
Thanks
Keith

Big Sal

Fri 16th Nov 2018 12:48

I love the poem, but god do I fucking hate raking leaves!?

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Fri 16th Nov 2018 12:35

This is a beautiful poem.
I notice leaves, the different colours and textures and sizes and as you show in your poem, torn down by the winds.

Hannah

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