The 4 Seasons -Part 1- Dying with the leaves

by holly   May 8, 2006


Autumn is here.
Those icy winds are blowing and that crisp sun shines.
Though the leaves look beautiful
It's the end of their lives.

A little girl is playing,
Dancing in the leaves,
Such a simple delight.
I remember when that was me.

Her laughter breaks the silence
That was between the trees.
In nature's museum of colour
Amongst those rainbow leaves.

A single leaf floats down.
Upon my palm it lands.
It's brilliant red a contrast,
To my old and pale hands.

I clutch the leaf and smile,
Glad my final days
Were there amongst those leaves,
That now bring beauty to my grave.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Megann Lee

    Awh, that was sad. But lovely at the same time. I liked how it ended, that made it even abit more sad. But I loved it. Very well written.

  • 17 years ago

    by Polly

    I didn't quite understand the plot or story of the poem... but the wording was good and it flowed well so well done.
    - Polly x

  • 17 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    Wow this one really paints a picture. lovd it 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Sean Allen

    Interesting, I didn't think you'd pull a different point of view narration, but you ended up taking the view of an old person in reflection of their past. I suppose that i'd rather die during the beautiful death of the leaves instead of the completed death of winter though...

  • 17 years ago

    by Navy SweetHeart

    Great job... you are so talented...

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