Autumn Leaves Poem by Aphrodite Anastasia Menegaki
Autumn Leaves
As leaves fall upon the land under clouded skies
Painted with colours of white, blue and grey
I see nature change before my eyes
Summer fades in the arms of an autumn day
But I feel no sadness, no sorrow for the breeze
That now shivers my skin with moist and chill
Amongst the reddish leaves and the naked trees
Somewhere into the woods, I stand still
And feel the soil awaking beneath my boots
Nature's nest for life to be reborn and then,
Find its way into the world and grow roots
To last the cold, until spring comes back again
‘Till flowers bloom and swallows return to nest
‘Till I can no longer blame the cold crisp air
For my heart that leaps in my chest
Each time my eyes meet your amber stare
Nor for my trembling lips and cheeks blushed
Each time I hide into your loving arms
As leaves form upon the land a cinnamon crust…
Isn't Autumn the season of poetry? That means it belongs to poets - I should say to U S P O E T S! ! Your poem the whole of the season, and then at the very end brings in the theme of love. It's a wonderful shift from the minor key of autumnal description the major key of describing your beau. And it suffuses the poem with a feeling of fulfillment, and fulfillment, ripeness, harvest are all lovely traits of Autumn. I was too busy today to take a walk through the Autumn landscape, but your with its vivid evocation was an imaginative walk fully satisfying.
Thank you, dear Daniel for thinking of my poem! ! I hope you had a wonderful and pleasant walk in the beautiful park! I didn't know of the meaning of the word Salem in Hebrew! Thank you for telling me! !
Dear Aphrodite, it was just a week ago I told you reading your AUTUMN LEAVES was like an autumnal walk outdoors. Well, I am just leaving for a real walk but I re-read your poem and now my mind is filled with its lovely images which will enhance and deepen my time in the outdoors. I'm going to a favorite park called Salem Hills. You may know Salem is the Hebrew word for P-E-A-C-E
Thank you so much for your beautiful words! ! I absolutely agree that autumn is the season of poetry, and surely one of my most favourite seasons of the year! Thank you, dear Daniel! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Season of Autumn and feelings of love wonderfully woven in this poem.Thanks for sharing. To quote from this lovely poem- - But I feel no sadness, no sorrow for the breeze That now shivers my skin with moist and chill Amongst the reddish leaves and the naked trees Somewhere into the woods, I stand still And feel the soil awaking beneath my boots Nature's nest for life to be reborn and then, Find its way into the world and grow roots To last the cold, until spring comes back again ‘Till flowers bloom and swallows return to nest
Thank you for your comment! Very happy you liked my poem! !