Heather Burns


Changing Seasons - Poem by Heather Burns

Trees begin to shed
their clothing
leaves change colors

Turning brown then
gold
falling from their
homes
to be blown away

They stand alone
bare in distress
for all to see

The wind whistles
through the pines
there's a chill in
the air

Close the door
gently
days become bitter
cold
winter has arrived.



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Comments about Changing Seasons by Heather Burns

  • Rookie - 185 Points Vizard Dhawan (7/9/2013 2:26:00 PM)

    i am feeling cold reading this
    nothing is more sweeter than this (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 10,311 Points Lyn Paul (7/9/2013 7:52:00 AM)

    Wonderful words Heathers. I love the importance of the trees, .Thank You (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,753 Points Wahab Abdul (7/9/2013 2:33:00 AM)

    marvelous, it metaphorically signifies the human life, the old age, i love it too much.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 4,571 Points Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar (7/8/2013 10:34:00 PM)

    a very subtle in its expression. nice (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,229 Points Thomas A Robinson (7/8/2013 9:21:00 PM)

    My favorite time of the year.
    When all is at a loss it is all my gain.
    The crisp cold air of blue autumned skies,
    The rosie red cheeks cold to our touch.
    The frosty breath one breathes at dawn.
    And the cold that takes one's shoulders and shakes and shivers.
    Dwell on that. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 30, 2014


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