Faintly burning embers of, each falling leather hand
skipping through the air, not caring where they land.
like season-shaped confetti, sprinkled on demand
delicately turning, leaving footprints in the sand.
The warm soil path, that trace my steps, imprinting fossils rare
winding slowly through the curtains of low branches hanging there
through falling curtains, Red and Gold, I run with youthful ease.
inviting steady branches, to dance with in the breeze.
I Gently walk the years away, yet still the trees remain
their gloves still proudly falling, in their royal colours, same.
like carpet jewels, that deck the ground, in their ageless ornate style
nostalgic steps that blunder past, crease my eyes and form a smile.
I made my way, by treading through, the lucious autumn fall
I felt like someone special, admired by one and all
I, centre standing nature's carpet of Gold and blushing Red
that touch the earth just once a year my dear mum, wisely said.
Author notes
A special memory of mum and I when we used to live in the countryside. and in the Autumn we would go out and play all day with the pretty leaves. Then brought a few leaves back and would make pictures and crafts from them.
A contest entry
- Mystery Prompt On Seasons (In danger of deletion) by ShiningNShadows.
400 points, ended January 20, 2009, 4 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very beautiful description.
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Nice job. Short, but very pretty. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Good job; good luck in the contest.
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