Early this morn as weary legs
marched monotonous steps,
watering eyes witnessed Autumns
death.
The leaves which fell from weakening bones,
lost all colour that through Autumn
they'd shown.
Now brown spines idle dead on the
floor as Winter begins and Autumns
no more.
Though the dead season has barely
started, I found the last beauty before
it departed.
A grand Oak tree clutching onto dying
leaves but with one shuddering chill
they passed away into the breeze -
falling to the floor with the rest in peace.
Author notes
title is supposed to be able to be taken in two ways. Leave being Leaves and mourn said morn. Or Leave as in go and mourn as in the loss of if that makes sense...either way. wrote this whilst walking to class in the freezing cold being snowed on.
The last line is also supposed to be read two ways. or understood two ways anyway. as in with the rest of the leaves or as in R.I.P
What did you think?
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Wiry
I liked the way it grasped my attention, and could make me picture you reciting it aloud in a matter of factly cuteness. The last stanza was riveting. Allusion abounds, and I partake greedily in turn. Good show.
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I love it, brilliant write!
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Good
I like how this was put together and love it. -
I like how the whole poem and title seems to have two separate, but conjoined meanings. Beautiful piece here.
-Sadien
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beautiful write. but winter is not the dead season merely the sleeping one.
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I like that thought, sleeping rather than dead. Though Ill be writing another piece come end of winter and beginning of spring
I know its not all lost when winter comes ^^ thanks for the comment ^^
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Really like this and got the double meaning while reading.
Moon
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