A season of death and beauty

So, autumn is my favorite season and an idea popped in my mind, so I wrote it down.

In death, there can be beauty.

Where there was once life, is hope

when falling, flying away in the wind, and

letting go of inner turmoils, and relaxing.

Watching our troubles tumble to the floor,

and lands on the peaks of our tamed mountains.

 We play in the piles of the one's we overcome,

smile ear to ear while doing so, knowing we won.

All fun must come to an end, joy isn't permanent.

We sigh, at the lost of a peace and relaxation,

and we pray for this day to come again.

To feel happy once more, and leave reality.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

Lovely! And I especially like the last line.

[AllauraRose]

Thanks! Glad you liked it!

[ElizaB]

Whilst I was reading this I could see leaves, they were falling. Death leaves; some blackened and faded, some singed, but still glittering, some aflame, singing and screaming. Each one reflecting a moment of life.

I liked that they were able to be handled, that they could be put into piles or even caught whilst they were taking flight. I wonder, did they symbolise the soul leaving ones body in death?

Your poem raised many questions for me, and in my mind that is the sign of a gift!

[AllauraRose]

Thanks! Glad it made you think!

[Arpita Mondal]

I love your outlook on life. How life is beautiful yet not eternal. How everything is temporary. And even the momentary things can be beautiful :)

[AllauraRose]

Thank you so much!! Yeah, nothing is forever, so we have to make the most of life.