The Last Leaf

Autumns song

When autumn winds blow cold and hard

tugging, pulling as the last leaves hold on

to the last of summers promise

 

A promise never quite realised

never quite fulfilled

 

She whispered so many sweet things

of fragrances new

of delights not yet tasted

 

She swirled inside every fibre of body and soul

almost begging to take hold

 

Even the many showers

could not dampen the spirit

a spirit more than ready to soar

 

But days draw on

summer is gone

and shadows grow long

as the first leaf fell

sounding out a silent death knell

 

For the final leaf has fallen

given in to autumns last gale.

Author's Note

Although this is about the fall, look a little deeper and you may see it's not that at all

Reviews

[xjust-for-me.x]

i have returned once again to this poem to read it again...and each time i read the meaning is defferent...hmm but to go a little farther..you shall see that this also can mean the last breath taked by a person, the last of love dying, oh so many meanings of this poem....but does only one meaning fit this poem..i say not...to each person who reads will have their own. this truly one of my favorites.

[JanieB]

This is really soothing to read. Good write.

[Ladysue]

Incredibly beautiful...soft. I like the feel of this piece...gorgeously done...

[Brianna Brie]

But days draw on
summer is gone
and shadows grow long
as the first leaf fell
sounding out a silent death knell

Poetically put! Beautiful write. As usual I take it as a deeper meaning than just autumn leaves.

[Cynthia]

a beautiful poem to the fall, I think fall is a beautiful subject to talk about, and your poem had show the beauty of it! Its sucha enjoyable piece of write!

[xjust-for-me.x]

do we take this as summers last breath stolen away by autumns windy blast.. very well written..enjoyed very much.

[sarah]

This is an amazing poem great job!

[Marie Harrison]

What a whirlwind of emotions in this sweeping poem. My favorite line, she whisperered so many sweet things of fragrances new of delights not yet tasted. Wonderful line.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Imagery was fantastic, the flow excellent! Great poem!

[cassandra violet]

I'm so glad you used leaves as a metaphor, they're one of my favorites to use in poetry and included in most of my poems in some way or another. They can represent so many different things! I almost like how you use the fall as a transition season, swaying in-between the beauty of summer and the darkness of winter

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem for the fall. I like the cool nights and the changing of the color. Only bad thing is winter is coming very quickly. A outstanding poem.
Coyote