Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,895 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Burning Leaves - Poem by Juan Olivarez

I raked some leaves upon the ground,
And made a pile most high.
Enjoying the musty smell, and crackling sound,
While I listened to their cry.

And then I lit a match to them,
And I thought I heard them sigh.
And again the crackling of the leaves and stems,
And the embers floating in the sky.

And I wondered somewhere, inside my head,
If dead leaves in red and gold,
Release their souls, when they are dead,
In Autumn fires, when it gets cold.

12/3/11 Alton Texas

Comments about Burning Leaves by Juan Olivarez

  • (12/6/2011 9:36:00 AM)

    Very thought provoking; all living things (present and past) have a continuing presence somewhere... 'out there'. I love it. (Report) Reply

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  • Claudia Krizay (12/4/2011 10:38:00 PM)

    I like the personalization of leaves in this poem- listening to them cry and thinking you heard them sigh. This poem enhances my love for Autumn, which is my favorite time of year. Thanks for sharing your excellent work! !
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 3, 2011

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