Leaves in the Wind

Inspired from a day out in the early fall of September a few years ago.

Leaves in the Wind

 

As a wolf that howls to a full moon

So too, the wind sings its tune

Stripped down to the branches are the trees

To the harsh, icy barbarians of the north, they've lost their leaves

Yet do not despair, for despite having lost their former glory

The tale is all but over, so gather round and listen to this story

The leaves, like fallen warriors are they

Have yet to indulge surrender on this very day

Though they are no longer hung up high

There still is hope as the sun clings to the sky

Watch as they dance freely and without care

Hypnotized by the melody of this lively air

Donned in dresses of orange, scarlet, golden and brown

They dance gaily under a festive crown

So little and so fragile are they

Tread lightly, and do not crush them I pray

Stand aside, or join in if you dare

After all, Fall is the best season, for such a fair

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My favorite time of the Fall. When the grandchildren are trying to catch a falling leave. Very hard to do. I liked the description. Made the Fall come alive in my vision. Thank you Carthage for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Carthage Thorne| The Wildcard]

Thank you! Fall is honestly one of my favorites too, even though I enjoy the warmer portion over that transitional period where things become cold. Glad you enjoyed the poem, indeed I tried to give that particular season a sense of "life" instead of what most would probably see as a precursor to death with winter following not long after.

[Coyote Poetry]

The Fall. Time for nature to find rest and you are welcome Carthage.

[CyranoDBergeron]

Mhmm...I like how you give new life to Autumn leaves. Some of my favorite and constant companions.

I never really liked thinking about them as dead. I guess now they're just free to play lol

[Onlyme]

Wonderful, images held within this thought-provoking poem vivid poem to simply saviour and enjoy reading and taking on board.