Forest of Fire

Walking through the forest of fire

No worry of being burned

A soft cool wind tugs at the fiery canopy

Beckoning the colors to fly free

 

The reds of passion

The oranges of courage

The yellows of sunlight

 

Each leaf carefully painted

Each one unique and bright

They rustle in the wind

Before jumping from their foot holds

 

The wind colored by the leaves

A fiery whirlwind

Whisk through the sky

 

The leaves dance in the air

Guided by their windy partner

It's their final dance

A dance of celebration

 

The leaves grow tired

They fall to the ground

And become a fiery bedding

 

Some fall to the fields

Which wait to be harvested

The orange pumpkins sit in fiery beds

Waiting for their faces to be carved

 

Walking through the forest of fire

The cool wind calling to the leaves

Beckoning them to dance

 

Dance the waltz of Fall.

Reviews

[Tom]

The fallen Autumn leaves vividly and imaginatively described as they lose their purchase, encouraged by the swirling wind and fall to the ground !

A super seasonal nature poem, yes indeed this is splendid !

[dw817]

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Nicely penned, Hinoto.

You are referring to the coming of winter. It is the absence of chlorophyll in the plants that causes them to turn their lovely shades of orange, yellow, and red. What we see as beauty is the end of the lifecycle for them. Full circle.

Perhaps fitting and a useful simile describing a person's life in this world. Born on four legs, mid-life on two, and in the Autumn Years, on three.

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful description for the season of Fall. I like the use of the words "Waltz of fire." Your strong description create good visions and wonder. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[wordwarrior]

Ahhh what a glorious poem!! Those fiery colours without the burn, except for nature's ruiles!. Love that last line. Says it all.
Just gorgeous!

[Justaguy]

Amazing and awesome portrayal of autumn leaves falling. I could almost see them. Nice job!!

[Sami Khalil]

"The reds of passion

The oranges of courage

The yellows of sunlight



Each leaf carefully painted

Each one unique and bright

They russle in the wind

Before jumping from their foot holds"

Autumn is in the air. You have penned a great one . Imagery is sooo good...:)