2014 Poetry Theme Challenge
#18 Falling Leaves
Thank you all who took up the last challenge. I hope this next one provides you some food for the muse. Now on to the next challenge. For us in the Northern Hemisphere this week autumn is close at hand. Therefore to welcome the change of season the challenge is about autumn, its beauty, the harvest or how it makes you feel.
Quote - Autumn is a second Spring when every leaf is a flower - Albert Camus
Festival of colour
Piles of leaves
Reaping the winds
Falling Leaves Challenge
Six months ago when we entered Autumn
The roses belied this fact and grew more beautiful
Bees also ignored this fact and continued to work
The trees opposite my house were all tall things
Shedding their aged leaves all around making a mess
The strong Autumn winds made it even worse
Blowing them everywhere, creating a mat on the road.
The trees in the street were all of the same ilk
They loved a party it seems unconcerned about the mess.
But all through Winter the mess had hardly abated
Now it is a new season, Spring and one would think
That it would be an end to all the mess they create.
But no! Its still the same, their leaves still create a mess
The roses no longer bloom and will be dormant awhile.
Next March we'll see the creepiest of things
The scent of roses will greet me as I walk to my car,
And the trees will still be creating their horrible mess
I am confused, but when I go abroad as I often do
I see the differences of scenes in Winter and Summer
They are not as hot here in Summer and colder in Winter
I think I'll stick to my line and put up with the trees mess.
Do you remember our Autumn Secrets?
The days devoted to exploring our feelings
And in the early evening culinary dealings
With honeyed prawns and special fried rice
It was the savoury taste of all that is nice.
The mood is set and can only grow and grow
Then with each touch, each kiss we easily know
That love had ultimately taken over our lives
With each kiss, each touch, passion survives.
In a way that infects the soul and just grows
I see an end to problems and the death of woes
For Fate has blessed us and given full licence
Feel her smile and hallowed by her silence
'Tis known silence is the perfect herald of joy.
North and South, An Apology
As cold winds rage in the Northern sky
Again for flowers and plants to die
Once verdant growth has lost climes chance
We'll be no longer able to see them dance
As squirrels and such gather needed supplies
All we now see how one by one the plants die
But nowhere will you see Nature as she cries.
In the Southlands we see everything come to life
And see how nature has helped them survive
Yon tree there full of life and purple flowers
Which will cause a contest twixt the birds and I
Punctured fruit wasted and scarcely eaten berry
Different birds with different ways sound so merry
To them man's been so cruel, I'm sorry man is a fool.
Un dia de temper resorte
I'm watching raindrops appear on my windscreen
Just a slow casual drizzle slowly hides things
My wipers on occasional sweep - remove it
A blessing removed.
The occasional casting starving drops at me
Is not a problem to me it's a blessing
And the way it's creating the random patterns
Is a pure art form
Know that in their eventual downward journey
They are not rushing in spite of Newtons Laws
That everything has to accelerate downwards
To meet their demise.
More often it appears just like a group of friends
Casually crossing the street to greet others
Its then and only then do they seem to cease
Their casual journey.
They hurry just like children on a pool slide
Who realise they'll be late and miss their place.
Already wishing to be falling once again
Only they don't scream.
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Strangely deranged upon a woodland path
Knowing not where this passage may lead to
Autumn shadows shall be artfully deceiving
For one who is lost.
When mists of the fall shall gather around
Within an eerie frightening premonition
What may she encounter much deeper within
Those forest glades.
Mouldy deadened leaves from a greener sage
Trodden deep into a dank musky forest floor
Shielded by the boughs of a leafless tree
Of a ghostly image.
An eerie call of winter winds signifies death
Yet on she must go for her ancestors call
For youth shall signify the season of Spring
Being the chosen one.
Upon autumns fall of gold leaves
Shaded there beneath the eaves
Within magical tales of wonder
Cherubs of nature cast asunder
Of charms that fantasy weaves
Within a web of silken dreams
A nymph and goddess it seems
Wove the tapestry of creatures
Cast within the heart of nature
Earthy shades of autumns scene
May only upon a season be seen
Before earths fantasy fades away
For cherubs shall do as they may
And return next autumn serene.
Autumns Leaf Charmer
Tinted upon golden hues of autumn fantasy
Enticing winds that lure all upon earths loam
Within the power of the mystic leaf charmer
As shall cast her spell.
The scented sage of a season that has past
Not of old but of fertile seeds that linger
Lying dormant within the frost of winter
Until the blessed spring.
Not one mystery of a leaf charmers dance
Her shadow fadeth within darkened skies
As time goes by she may return as stardust
Upon her final fantasy.
Once more the leaves shall dance within autumn
Wildly drifting through the passing of time
For eternity seasons that come as they go
Are forever blessed.
Seasonal thoughts have returned once more
Within the ninth month of the calender year
A wooded glade shall procure bright shades
Before winter grips.
Rather like humanity that thrive`s when young
Within a spring time of seeds and new saplings
That bears much blossom within fruitful boughs
Upon a sun lit day.
There is a reason which every season provides
The beauty of seasons that flourish as free
To return again through the realms of time
Like us she sleeps.
As time goes by she awakens refreshed
Sprouting shoots that grow as abundantly
Replacing much more of natural jewels
'Fore seasons be done.
Wealth of Honesty
Soon the silver honesty seeds shimmer on the stem
Upon whispering breezes that autumn season brings
Gone are the shades of the summer times blues
Unto the wealthy mother of natures money plant
As believed by children of autumns fantasy at play
How mystical the scene of gold and silvery hues
Of a transparent sheen that protects life within.
To dance nodding to the rhythm of autumns breeze
Bold notations of musical staves upon sheet music
This Rhapsody of autumn ne-er composed before
Only within a childs dreams of mystical fantasies
That blends bold images unto a fairy tale dance
Which shall ever be recalled within autumns lore
Yet within a childs fantasy shall forever linger.
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I look outside as falling leaves
drift by; both pear and apple crowns
have thinned, grown threadbare; summer grieves
as leaves float down.
Rejuvenation comes next year,
dissimilar from human ways,
our hair won't grow again, once cleared-
then baldness stays.
In spring my trees will dance once more,
their moving arms are veiled in green,
enjoying them we will explore
our autumn scene.
Together we'll grow old one day,
delighting in life's sweet bouquet.
Raindrops falling, spinning in water long threads
Crystal curtains hiding my garden's beauty
Autumn's warning summer is almost over -
Geese on the passage.
Blue jays, magpies, gathering orange berries,
Bury summer's stockpile in hiding places
Finches feathers, homecoming flocks are changing;
Hedgehogs are hoarding.
Many trees are losing their leaves and turn in
Hidden roots are growing, extending fingers
Underneath now hardening soil, preparing.
Late Summer's dressed in tones of red
her hair moves as the evening breeze
sighs gently on her bending head;
she's queen of trees.
As fall is close, she'll soon retire
step down her throne, go in retreat;
Her sister Autumn, queen of fire,
will set the beat.
A short time later her reign ends
when Winter puts his icy spell
upon the world; he has few friends
who care to dwell.
Yet hidden under frozen fields
Spring is sleeping, until he yields.
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