Leaves will turn color, shades
of marigold mixed with ashen browns,
smells of ember crackle upon a
harvest moons circle.
I ache for leaves to shadow my
very existence, at times I wish
for Autumn's chill to tinge my cheeks
with a hint or rose.
Non believers will always remain critical,
as my tears fall like ash from a burning ember-
I remain rooted within every tree that lines
the paths taken by many, dirt upon every
worn shoe of the lost.
My human eyes are nothing more
than acorns falling, blinded by humanity
who ceases to understand the depths of
nature, and my passion to breathe a cool
I am the rise and fall of October,
winter shall bury my coveted shell
and my voice will become an echo of ghostly
whispers, hovering over a crystal bed
of fresh, fallen snow....
I only know what feelings have taken hold of me as I read your words. Sadness, as I wonder who will remember me after I've passed. And will my life had made any significance difference in the lives of loved ones or anybody else. I would like to think so.
As usual you have written an exceptional poem full of really strong visuals. I can smell the Autumn leaves and the crackling embers. This poem also has an underlying mood of sadness the wish for the leaves to shadow your very existence for the Autumn chill to add colour to sickly cheeks.
The feeling that there will always be critical people even though your tears fall.
From your poems and in particular this one I feel your at oneness with nature. Your roots remaining with every tree.
The sadness that humans no longer seem to understand the significance and importance of nature and your need to protect and keep it well.
It makes me believe that no matter what the season you will always be part of the nature that surrounds you and in the winter of your existence will nourish and give back all that you can.
I love the portrayal of your inner connection with nature.
Special in every way, this poem in all its nature naturally humanized characteristics really stands out from other recent nature poems and deserves a highlight.
I was mesmerized by the tone and by the feeling of it, it's floating with magic and senses.
This could feel like a love poem if not categorized under nature poems, pertinent to the very powerful and apparent connection between you as the writer, and nature as the theme and inspiration behind it.
When your pen hits the paper, nature suddenly becomes a person. I have not yet seen anyone with such talent and ability. You give it another dimension, another life. If only others could see things, the way you do. I love autumn, and I think the melancholy in it is what captures me the most about it. In this piece, you made autumn become a person and I found myself falling in love with that person, and thereby falling in love with this poem. Breathtaking, the least I can say!