Colorful decay - poem about autumn and letting go
Alexija
September 26th
Colorful decay
As colorful leaves fall all around,
Cold breeze blows as I lie on dead ground,
I stop and think something profound.
I watch as the leaf rips from the tree,
flows on the wind so beautifully free,
here I can look at oak and just be.
The leaf finishes its flight,
clouds reflecting the final light,
before this becomes the night.
Cold breeze blows as I lie on dead ground,
I stop and think something profound.
I watch as the leaf rips from the tree,
flows on the wind so beautifully free,
here I can look at oak and just be.
The leaf finishes its flight,
clouds reflecting the final light,
before this becomes the night.
Amanda84
September 26th
@Alexija
This poem draws us in.
Autumn is a beautiful time, new life enters while old life sheds it's leaves.
It's very descriptive.
Creative.
Fitting for the time 🤗🩷
You are able to wear humanity into your writing!
Thank you!!
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fossilfellow
September 27th
@Alexija Thank you for sharing ❤️🥰
