Weak, torn branches sacrifice the last of their crimson
Yielding a puddle of rainbows, collapsed from the canopy
Overhead, leaving only a bleak bleached sky
Dotted with the occasional bird or irregular airplane and
Floating, tossing aimlessly between the eerie fingers
Of the lonesome tree-forms and rushing into the wind
Leaving only the smoke of summer and all it's memories
beautiful.... keep writing, thanks Athena *** words will change the world ***
I enjoyed this. It makes me think of camping out in late autumn by a fire, a little smoke in the air, a chill, and we see nature falling into slumber, autumn receding into winter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So expanded imagination! I wish I had such poetry as yours! Fallen too far..and yes, it did..I did for this poem! A favorite! !