A bright early morning in late autumn with the sun drying out the foliage creating a snowstorm of dry leaves crackling as they descend on a light wind.


Every Shade of Green

Late autumn, leaves falling like a snowstorm to the ground,
Drifting and cavorting on the wind, they make an eerie sound,
Lanes and paths blanketed with this years discarded wear,
Trees welcoming the coming winter, of foliage are stripped quite bare,
Like naked sentinels standing through icy months of snow and rain,
Trying to resist the violent weather, the boughs oft break through strain,
Crashing down over exposed branches to the wind have given way,
Ignominiously left where they fall to callously over the years decay,
Though the oldest trees will pay a price that some consider dire,
Springtime sees most don and show off their newly found attire,
So what goes around will come around for us to marvel at the scene,
A solitary sentinel or forest vast canopied in every shade of green.

AVW/2005



Poetry by Albert
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Written on 2005-12-03 at 08:54

Tags Hope  Beauty  Nature 

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vicky vixen
They should make this compulsory text for aspiring poets. Wow.
2005-12-04


penfold18
Created with your usual flair albert, i can honestly say i could almost hear the crunch and crackle under foot :-)
2005-12-03