poem inspired by Fall

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The snow soon covers the naked limbs

of the trees,

transitions into water,

settles into the cracks,

drips down into icicles.

 

The icicles waiver,

create vortices of warm air

which then expunge frozen

granules of dirt and bits of tree.

 

Frozen light trapped into the icicle tries to escape at night.

It is sucked into the beauty.

Pointing towards the crumbly, dry earth

the icicles see

deer, wading through the forest debris.

 

The leaves had prepared.

They lie silently underneath the protection of the snow

twigs creep under them

under the mysterious force of foreign,

living legs.

 

As Fall approaches

the leaves on the ground that have fallen

remind us of the changes we see in our own lives

the awareness we have for the things we have lost.

 

Wake up from the forest ground

twigs tangled within your hair

smell the richness of the trees--

pine cones, acorns, buds--

and stay there

until the sun melts the snow on your fading skin

and shower in the sunlight.

Let the day begin.

Let the leaves sink in.

[Roxie84]

Thank you for sharing, very beautiful. We need to remember that fall is not death taking us into coldness, but the birth of new beauty.

[MasterPo]

As Fall approaches

the leaves on the ground that have fallen

remind us of the changes we see in our own lives

the awareness we have for the things we have lost.

 

I like this. As in any poetry it appeals to something in me, don't know what though. Good work.

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hi Moderators can I please delete this post now because I wanted to keep it from google search for privacy reasons!

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oh by the wayyy thanks for the comments guys it was nice to hear something about this. I wrote it in like 20 minutes. I should probably edit a bit.