The autumn leaves beneath the trees
engage in swirling whirling dance.
To tunes provided by the breeze.
As if they know it’s their last chance.
To show their beauty while they may
before their brilliant colours fade
and they fall subject to decay.
The dues they owe must be repaid.
The trees which lent them sustenance
will reabsorb their nutriments
When they have danced their final dance
according to the precedents
Nature established long ago.
They have no choice it must be so.
Hi Ivor! Tom Mariani said it all; you know what you are doing! ! Great write! (10) ! ! !
According to the two large maple trees right outside my window, your poem is right on time. A lot of other things are right about it too. I appreciate the use of what I call internal rhyme. That is, words rhyming within lines, not just at the end. So, as they say in gymnastics, I'll give you a 9.5 for style. As for content, the numbers don't go up high enough. I had never thought of leaves in nature's cycle demonstrating 'dues they owe must be repaid'. Our local paper is re-running daily cartoons of the late Charles Schulz. He lived here in Santa Rosa too. Recently one of his Peanuts characters is watching a single leaf fall off a tree and land on the ground. The caption is 'I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING! ' It is very apparent you know what you are doing. Keep doing it. Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful, Colin J...