It's the last day of Autumn,
leaves, the colour of fire,
landing at my feet.
It's the last day of Autumn,
leaves, plucked from their branches,
by the hands of time.
It's the last day of Autumn,
leaves, spiraling down,
to their forever resting place.
It's the last day of Autumn,
leaves, no longer colour the trees,
they're bare.
It's the last day of Autumn,
leaves, being forced to shrivel,
by the incoming cold.
It's the last day of Autumn,
leaves, preparing to be covered,
by a freezing white blanket.
It's the first day of Winter,
and everything is white.
Author notes
I was writing a haiku, but I couldn't fit everything into it. So I scrapped the idea, and ended up with this poem. I hope you like it!
What can I improve on? What parts do you like most?
Comments
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beautiful imagery
Autumn is one of my favorite seasons & you have managed to capture the true feeling of rustic leaves and smoky days filled with haze... Well done & top marks for an excellent write... WRITE ON!!! dsp
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