Treasure Island

Linda Harnett


Autumn Leaves


The autumn leaves,
Abandoned tree,
The red and yellow,
Now are free,
A golden carpet,
Nature’s joy,
Now trampled on,
By girl and boy,
In love’s young dream,
And hand in hand,
They touch but never,
Understand,
That life is short,
And oh so sweet,
Like falling leaves,
On city street,
They’re taken by,
The wind that blows,
The naked tree,
Where life still flows,
Awaiting spring,
To bud again,
The autumn leaves,
Will feel no pain.

Submitted: Sunday, August 21, 2005

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  • Roseann Shawiak (1/11/2014 2:39:00 AM)

    Beautiful imagery, reminds me of New Jersey in the fall,
    walking through the forest and leaves crunching beneath my feet.
    Miss those days of youth! Great poem. Thank you for sharing.
    RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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