Leaving Me Poem by douglas lewis

Leaving Me

Rating: 4.0


A blush,
A flutter down,
A parting of the ways.
The trees in cherry beet
And raging orange
Disrobing at my feet.
With their bristly rattles gnawed
By a pure, then brothy rain,
The leaves gather in the street
And abandon to the drain.

Friday, May 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,leaves,rain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mj Lemon 12 May 2017

Douglas, this is brilliant. Leaf or leave? One interpretation can provide a humourous interpretation. Another, with a focus on the metaphorical, can cause sadness to bubble up. A great work; a 10.

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