The crisp autumn air is filled
With the scent of fallen leaves..
It's almost as if they're just
Cast away from their parent trees
Because they have served their purpose
Of keeping them alive.
And the oaks have long forgotten
The debt owed to them.
They just cast the leaves away
From their lives
Used and unwanted
In this world.
Scattered along the ground
Their souls shiver in the mass grave
That they were forced into,
By the ones who raised them,
All too early.
You have touched upon one of the most everlasting themes and also conundrums of nature; short life with an unsung future, yet your poem is a song for the unsung.
I like how you capture the death of the leaves in fall. I also like how this poem can be interpreted in more than one way and applied to other incidences of death and pushing others away. It's sad, well written and the imagery is there.
Full of depth and meaning. Appropriate metaphor and imagery. Very revealing. Lovely poem.
Agree with Jonny. Leave some stuff out and it keeps 'em coming back for more! Good poem.
A very well written poem.... like others said, I never really gave it much thought about leaves falling and where they go.... Great job!
Amazing poem full of the beauty of nature and it's sad end so beautifully written! !
This poem is short but deep, yeah autumn is beautiful but the leaves “die” every year. I didn't really think about that so far but this is reality, and reality is always somehow sad. Good work!
This poem is perfect. You made your point and didn't try to get too clever or stray away from your very powerful message. If you ever wanted to expand this out, and this is just an option, You could talk about leaves that are piled into a bunch with a rake and mulched to make new soil to feed the parent tree.
hmmmm imagery bsed poem, more embellised by the use of metaphor & suitable expression... great keep writing. fantastic attempt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep and meaningful, sad and lonely - well done