Walking under a maple tree
with leaves of green and brown,
I notice some hang on
while others lay upon the ground.
Summer's been nice:
the sun shone and the rain fell,
so why is it
the trees don't look so swell?
Could it be
a devastating insect,
come, these trees
to infect?
Or a strike of lightning
that thundered down with the last rain?
oh no-no, certainly not
for each tree here about looks quite the same.
Perhaps then, acid rain?
soaking in at the roots,
then upward drawn
to burn each limbs precious shoots.
Nay, says I at long last
realizing natures unavoidable fate,
when coming to consider
my location and the date.
For here I am, strolling up north
at the very start of fall,
and it's just that the trees in wild-wonder
have answered autumns early call.
These amazing leaves, green and brown
are turning precisely as they should,
nature is right on track
and all, is well and good.
Hey Smokey Autumn is the most beautiful time of year Beautiful poem i enjoyed the read well done
Wow...what an excellent perception of nature's show....and the beauty of it all. Excellent write and such a delight, to enjoy nature and change of season. Thank you.
Great one. Reminds of my tree to New England with the changing of the leaves.
nice nature poem. Autumn is on its way then winter is in the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem my friend. I love fall the best.