Fall is damned!
Every leaf of every tree sheds
as the balding of a man's head.
The pigments are beautiful,
but they're trampled on the ground:
the oranges, yellows, reds and browns!
My eyes find the most horrendous thing;
children plummet into the heaps
that I submissively raked up yesterday.
Each day in Fall I wake from a torpid nature.
It pains my limping limbs;
the eyesore of many gardening tools.
Why can it not be the time of fresh new ways?
When the weather is warm and replenishing
like the admirable season, Spring.
Always, around this time, I shudder in frustration
when I look outside and the streets are in ruins.
I love this....even though my favorite season is fall. lol You have talent for sure. This is my favorite of your work so far!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very interesting read. I very much enjoyed it, even though Fall is for me, The Season...The title robs!