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February Waltz
A lone Maple leaf
Hung to the tree
all Winter through
snow, rain and wind.
Then one morning
She let go and floated
Slowly as she could
Across the houses
They swirl in threes
like the buzzing of bees
From the colored trees
Down
Down
Down
They blew around
to the ground
autumn reflectionswrinkled leaves wrinkled facesmourning dead leaves....Mark Toney © 2021.9/25/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you)
The leaves are beginning to change colors as they slowly start to fall and hit the ground,
And the smell of pumpkins and fear fill the air and it travels in the wind all around.
birdsong melodiesgentle wind caressing leaves~ pleasing perfect pitch.
.© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved..Original artwork by Jon McCormack
Time passes by and darkness begins to descend. But still the trees will not bend, the darkness creeps ever closer and brings the crisp cold air, yet the trees do not bend. The air gets colder as we all get older, here the first leaves fall.
The leaves are changing,
The seasons are rearranging.
The Summer is leaving,
The kids are grieving.
Time for sweaters,
and more chilly weather.
Hot coffee or hot chocolate in hand,
Leaves
Falling away from their home
Some with struggling grip on the emptiness around them.
God wishing to turn over anew,
The leaves are dancing don’t you see
always dancing, never stopping
competeing to always be good
to always beat the best
spin.spin.spin
a routine that has been built for centuries,
A green leaf fell and
I stood up to catch it; My
breath was caught instead.
The wind managed to
blow breaths to push leaves beyond
Tiny dancer, fastened to her tree
High above; the earth below.
Poised, ready: autumn prompts
Costumed, she tiptoes close...
-
She's dressed in nature's finest,
Coverings so delicate, ever-changing
Tiny dancer falling from the sky
Pirrouetting off her twiggy perch
Then twirling gently, gradually,
Descending to the ground below
-
While in her mid-air journey
She joins a fancy troupe:
Dearest Friend,
Lend me your branches,
that I may spend upon them
a sultry summer day
Enfold me in broad leaves
allow secretive breaths
to divulge the heartbeat of the forest
Often seen,Beneath all tree,Green feather fallen here.GentlyLyingCaringCryingBeneath all tree,Green feather here.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work
Area on top my desk. It was red,
And I thought it would be a nice small quirk,
To have something I found in a leaf bed.
Oh look at the trees
the leaves fall every day
the trees dont blink an eye
leaves are meant to be this way
So why do we care
about the words someone might say
about the look of a stare
The leaves tumble down,
All except for one.
She's already faded to brown,
But the tree thinks she's as gold as the sun.
She trembles at the cold,
And the tree knows it's time.
In the soft whisper,
of the November gust,
rustle the leaves of fall,
the leaves just must!
Even the trees are more interesting than I,
For their leaves change color.
From glowing orange to bright red,
They please any audience that drives by.
An applause in the form of a smile is what is recieved
Autumn gold
Covered the trees in late season,
Light glistening on the leaves
As hot cider is poured
Into mugs on the front porch.
Thanksgiving Day
I slip in and out of dreams.
I drift into darkness, lightness, and finally into the crisp glow of daylight.
All these branches,
All these leaves,
They're changing colours,
Like women's weaves.
They're changing.
They're rearranging.
They're bearing all,
For the winter.
Silver leaves don't fall
They never have to die
They never hurt like I did
When colder weather came on by
Did you ever feel the heartbreak
The bitter sting of pain
The hand holding yoursNow falls awayYou surrender strengthThat was never yours.You spiral downLike leaves from a treeSearching for acceptance Of G-d's will.
The flowerA flower sits up on it's stem over looking the ocean an sunIt opens up only a few times a year for it dark for most of the timeAs the sun stars to dim it closes it peddles lowers it head to sleep
The flowerA flower sits up on it's stem over looking the ocean an sunIt opens up only a few times a year for it dark for most of the timeAs the sun stars to dim it closes it peddles lowers it head to sleep
Leaves, wind, frost, air,
Red, orange, brown, gold;
Frost, air, wind, leaves,
Crsip, crunch, light, cold.
Smoke, gloves, stars, school,
Warm, sweet, bright, small;
They have stood their lastBut autumn is comingAnd the trees are the firstTo succumb to the changing days.Their leaves no longer lively and green,But now gorgeous shades of yellow and red.
The hardwoods cry in color this time of year
As the sun sets an owls call from within the deep hollow can be heard clear
There is no path to follow, not one less traveled by, no direction to steer
The breeze of death flows through the trees,
turning leaves to orange from green,
sets fire to the tree-tops.
I am carbon
a diamond in the rough
still dull with jagged edges
I've been through heat
and under lots of pressure
but I still don't shine
people look and stare in my direction
Oh the joys of fall season
To be brisk and bright
Tis' the reason
Snuggling by the fire
Pumpkin spice in the air
A hint at Thanksgiving
And Christmas somewhere
Rich caramel leaves
Once green and full of life
Lie anxiously, waiting
For pressure to end their strife
Controlled by wind
Frail and frightened
As the days grow shorter
Why do the leaves turn yellow?
If yellow plus blue makes green,
Then it would sure seem,
Like the trees retract their blue blood,
Into their trunks colored like mud.
Royal resources of nature
As the hot days turn cold.
The leaves turn gold.
School comes by in a rush.
All the birds is silenced with a hush.
The fresh wind blows freely.
The warmth of hot and cold air is guaranteed.
Now that summer washed away,
and school is in full swing,
I realized there's no time to play,
or warmth until this spring.
I must look beyond the gray,
and look for all that's good,
Heavy sunshine sets the leaves aflame
Until, by and by, it doth remain.
But then it cools and remains no more
Taking A Loss
By: Eric Turner
To know how it feels to lose someone that was never really there, yet you wanted them very badly to be...
Hear the rushing and the gushing
Of the wind’s resounding might,
O’er the ruckus of the rain
It's Autumn,
leaves fall,
all but one.
All the leaves fall fast,
all but one.
There is a strong breeze,
but the leaf holds onto the skinny branch.
The leaves fall,
all but one.
Leaves flutter in the wind
Leaves dance and play
Leaves rain down to the ground
Leaves are graceful and elegant
Leaves are beautiful colors
Leaves glimmer on the ground
Leaves, I love to play in them.
A carbon atom is small,
But it can make you trip and fall.
It has many things to do in life,
So it will do it while he flies.
Carbon forms a bond with oxygen,
And they become the eternal bossing gem.
They travel through the world,
A light breeze brushing my cheek,
Turning my face rosy.
Leaves falling from the trees
Into my long, blonde hair.
Taking step after step
Onto the concrete path.
A sip so strong
Once again Autumn is upon
Leaves are changing,
colors blossom
trees nestle into their winter shell
Year after year, I've always viewed things with such blind eyes
just a tree,
just a color,
We fall like the leaves of Autumn,
helplessly to the floor.
We follow the wind,
looking for a better core.
We let the wind guide us
to see what's in store.
Yet we act like we know what we're doing,
The Wind shares her secrets
to summer's dying Leaves;
with Her promise of spring
they fall so hopefully.
One last burst of color-
they wither away;
calmly assured
that warmth returns someday.
Wild yet wonderful creatures that sore in the night
Wise eyes set on prey, white feathers shining bright
Wisdom Wings knows no fear
The world is pitched black, but she can see wonderfully clear
We live a life with knowledge that death must come.The days of fall are gravenThe leaves fall upon the barren ground, the ravenCalls out in the midnight sun.
I've known forests:
I've known forests vast as oceans and taller than mountains.
My sould has grown roots like the forest's.
I saw the dark snakes of trunks and long limbs of roots.
They feel their life draining,
Their color changing.
Their mother letting them go
To save herself.
It rises like a pillar from the ground
Its skin rough and grey
The branches bristle with thousands of leaves
Quivering in the brisk wind
They are bright gold and ochre
Trees have always reminded me of lungs. They even kind of look like them. They branch out in the same type of widespread, fleshy mass with exposed meat, and their introverted veins; veins as in branches, veins that act as passages.
The leaf falls briefly to its end, Next morn to be swept away.
The tree of life from which it came, Lives on to another day.
The plight of these is never seen, Through the mist and the yonder gray.
I dream of filling pages, but I never seem to have the words. I dream of being clever, to make people turn their heads and whisper, "how did she do that?"I want to leave them awestruck.
She stumbled
She fell
She got up and she walked.
She stumbled she fell
She got up
And she walked.
She stumbled
She fell
And she stayed there.
Days go by and still I think
Of where I’ll go and what I’ll be
My heart screams when is it my turn to reach the key?!
I feel the beat
Rushing through my veins
Shaking my bones.
It pulses
Living and strong.
I feel myself open up
A weight lifted off my chest
Like a beautifully decorated circus elephant
She weeps tears of dew;
Her humble boughs sigh.
Wind becomes her grace,
And the sun her hope.
She shields clouds of rain;
Veils her heart in leaves.
Weather won't weaken,
Her roots sink to deep.
With soft and tender hands,
he gently wipes away the leaves
of a helpless tree
that has shed in the autumn weather,
damaging the trunk and sap.
Late fall.
So late that the scent of fall had to be searched for in the wintry air.
But it was there
and she breathed it in as she strolled through the park.
Leaves covered the grass,
When you look at a tree,
With its monstrous trunk
And shining emerald leaves,
You see only a tree.
