Seasonal Change of Mood

Seasonal Change of Mood

A Poem by Bear

Oh, I don't ever look forward to winter but, the scents of autumn ~~ my most favorite scents of all.


Death - - -

      the last burning ember

                 has blinked out.

The coals have grown


they've fallen...

             from the grate.

        The cold embers

                  crunch under foot...

                       and, stirred up by

                   that same foot - -

                          they fly away

                                    to decay - -

but, they have brought

                   us joy. . .

                                 in a few colors of the rainbow;

                        they have allowed us

           to play

  in their piles of death.

            They don't die

                                in vain

                      for come spring - - - they

                will fertilize the life

                              yet to come. 

© 2008 Bear

Author's Note

Leaf piles in which I used to jump after raking the leaves together. Interconnected all things on Earth, and leaves help life recycle, year after year.

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What a delightfully expressed piece. It brought out emotions that made me feel the words you have so movingly related. The changing of seasons has always brought out different emotions. Spring and fall are my favorite. Spring because of the glory of new beginnings, and fall is a special time not only because when the tree's transform with their glorious colors and smells, but also because I am a Libra :-), lol. I thoroughly enjoyed this! ~ Jude xo
PS. And I was a leaf jumper as well :D

Posted 13 Years Ago

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I remember doing the same thing with my younger sister. You are so right about how they will become the fertilizer for the next generation as do we I suppose. Perhaps that is why my father used to call us barnacles as we were living off of he and my mother - they were the hosts and now as a mother I am much like the leaves. Wonderful poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Awe the marvel os mother nature and the changes in season.. you are so right everything has it's reason like season keep the earth from freezing over or burning up.. excellent write.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Great poem! i enjoyed the imagery very much. Autumn is my favorite time of year also...THe colors of browns, golds, oranges....So warm and comforting...
Thanks for writing another beautfiul poem.

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Exceptional seasonal poem...littering the hopes and fears of the well as vignettes of emotion that bring the feelings out...

Posted 13 Years Ago

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Autumn is my favorite too. Hoodies and warm socks and leaves changing colors. Yes, lighting the old wood stove for the first time is wonderful.

Excellent writing Sallie Bear!

Posted 13 Years Ago

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I love Autumn (Fall as you call it in Yankee it's a wonderful time of color and preparation for rebirth. Excellent write.

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Added on August 28, 2008
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Newark, OH

Born on April Fool's Day and I'm left handed to boot. Enjoy the outdoors, feed the birds and squirrels, and really enjoy moon gazing on clear nights and even on cloudy nights I love seeing the moon m.. more..


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