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This Season

Leaves cascade down, stirring up dust
And memories I care not to recall.
But I am so brutally, so subtly reminded
Each and every time a leaf does fall.

I hear that this season is beautiful,
At least, that is what others have said.
Foliage transforms into a menagerie of colors,
But all my eyes can see is red.

The trees cast away their leaves then,
And I, everything I had in life.
If i had known what I was risking, what I was losing,
I would never have caused myself such strife.

The wind grows cold and so do I
As I remember my emotions of that fall-
Dying to be free from lasting misery
And wanting only to be rid of it all.

The fronds darken and die; become no more,
As I wish these recollections would.
Even so, here they are, in bright vibrant hues,
Bringing more suffering than imagining ever could.

Those days have gone, I have known my mistakes,
Yet these memories are still haunting.
I need only an escape, just some peace of mind
From this season ever daunting.

Life is short, yet autumn is never-ending.
I fear as though my sanity will not last.
I pray that this remembrance will leave me,
And this estranged season will pass.

Author notes

In actuality, autumn is my favorite season. This poem is based on something I experienced last year about this time, but nevertheless, fall remains my favored season. The things that happened don't overshadow my love of this season. I took the feelings of last year and magnified them here- which is really what writing is all about.

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  • CraneWyndham
    November 8

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    Thought-provoking

    Although you did not reveal your strife, I can still see a glimpse of your mindset. I don't normally like the rigidness of rhyming poems, but your poem is thought-provoking and moving. It feels kind of quiet to read, as though your emotion is somber and grave. The last stanza was markedly effective in conveying your discontentment: "I pray that this remembrance will leave me, And this estranged season will pass." I think "estranged" is an ideal description after trying to sympathize as I read the poem. Overall, I was happy to read this and I will be looking at your portfolio for more works. Thank you for posting it!


    • Marie Anderson
      November 9
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      Thank you so much! I am very glad you liked my use of "estranged"; I was actually hung up over whether or not to use that word. I'm happy I did. Thanks again for commenting!