These Last Autumn Leaves
Ode, Last Autumn Leaves
In the golden glow of morning light,
Leaves, once clad in emerald sheen,
Now fewer wear hues of crimson and gold,
The time of the season, boldly foretold.
They twirl on breezes, gentle or bold,
Waving a final farewell in the crisp, cool air,
Steadily, they depart when colder days arrive,
Gripping their freedom, without a care.
Those who have already fallen,
Rustling softly on the ground are
Now but a whisper of autumn.
Still, by their fall, they maintain purpose.
Embrace the dance, daring autumn leaves,
You reveal the changes, the losses, and the gains.
Leaves of fall, with grace you descend,
In this, your final twirl, a beautiful exit.
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Note: With a bit of rain and breeze, all of the last leaves in the first photo have now fallen, leaving this particular tree bare.
The words capture a leaf’s journey nicely Earl. I am watching some of the last ones cling on for a while longer despite the first snow we had last night. The real die hards! :)
Thank you, Mark. Some trees still have leaves while others are bare. It’s windy tonight with a few snowflakes and frozen stuff mixed in. Even if it snows harder, the ground is too warm here for any accumulation, but they are calling for three to six inches in the mountains to the northwest of us. Take care, stay safe, and stay warm!
This is well written and very descriptive of the leaves journey, fulfilling their purpose and with the grandest of color display. I see that you are definitely in a cold spell. Stay bundled. Can we talk you into writing more poems?
I’m not sure how many more poems/Odes these old brain cells have in them; it’s hard work. 😬 It’s going to be back in the mid to upper seventies by the weekend—crazy weather. Thanks, Monte, I appreciate your kind words! Take care.
Nicely done, Earl.
Thank you, Joe!