Haunting of Autumn

by Maple Tree   Sep 24, 2019


It's that time of year
when veins of a leaf
turn into a corpse
leaving me breathless
and sad.

Limbs of a tree
become rigor mortise
skeletons, creaking
in the night as I try
to fall....

into slumber- under a moon
that calls to me after midnight.

Shadows of flowers
that once bloomed
become ghostly visions
that howl a chilling whisper

and I become entranced
with the haunting of Autumn.

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  • 4 months ago

    by Koan

    I can see why this Elegant Exhale of Beautiful Sadness gracing the front page...
    Congratulation dear poetess!

  • 4 months ago

    by Ramon The SunStone Haupt

    nice I like this one maple tree

  • 4 months ago

    by Star

    “ Shadows of flowers
    that once bloomed
    become ghostly visions
    that howl a chilling whisper”
    ^
    This is so beautiful!!
    And this poem itself becomes a chilling whisper!!

  • 4 months ago

    by Mark

    A beautifully sad win

  • 4 months ago

    by yogi73

    Love the haunting imagery. The pace of the poem pulls you into the light slumber of fall. Well done!

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