Category: Writers Block
See them, the leaves of summer,
Green and shining silver in the sun,
Around them, birds build their nests,
And some trees bud into succulent fruit,
They feel the pulse of a summer rain,
They feel the breath of the wind in their veins,
Then, slowly, like a spotlight coming on,
On a tender August night,
A harvest moon rises,
A ball of golden light in a starry sky,
Suddenly, the wind cools,
The birds migrate away to warmer climates,
And the fruit drops from the trees,
Landing on the old grass,
And the leaves come down,
Brittle and some still turning gold and red and orange,
And they drift away,
Blowing down paved streets,
Down someone's alley,
Down dirt roads,
And across once manicured lawns,
To finally disappear into the abyss of time,
To be forgotten until another summer.
Hey, I like your poem. It mentioned almost everything that happens to a leaf. Its very descriptive and well put together. I like the way you describe the leaves color and the changing seasons that accompanies each color. I think the line before your last line pertains to how the leaves are in winter time, it states that, "To finally disappear into the abyss of time." Thats probably revealing what will happen during those times. Your last line is parallel to your first line, they go together and make a good beginning and ending.