Autumn II : The Holocaust of Leaves

Thank you. I always think of the Holocaust when I see ashes in the air ( which was almost the name of this poem ).

I like the imagery cast from bootlaced, and omen.
"chilling as the smell "
"burning bodies"         
"floating"

a short but powerful write  
rich with views from the control chamber.

the word gripping comes to mind

well penned Ahavati.

Thank you, Samael. This series will be short bursts of observational thought. I'm trying to stay under 50 words. Trying. LOL.

the struggle is real hahaha

Dark, but a poetic treat! Line 5 transformed and took the poem to heights leaves rarely achieve. I LOVE this. 💕

Living in the country, we did not burn them. Instead, we piled them high and played in the crispy hills!

And I LOVE You! 💜

Exactly, why burn when you can play hide-and-seek in them? [muchnonsense]

I'm glad you enjoyed this. 🍁🍂💕

"Scattered remains, cartilage        
tea leaves, omens of change          
chilling as the smell  "

This just ROLLS off in spoken word so beautifully! Wonderful!      

Thank you! I appreciate that. ❤

Powerful and poignant...reminded me of a poem of Leonard Cohen's from "Flowers for Hitler".
Cheers...Harry

Thanks, Harry. My ancestors were from Latvia and dwindled to nothing during the Holocaust. I'm very familiar with Cohen's poem. Thank you for reminding me.

I actually enjoy the fallen leaves, now that I don't have to rake and bag, 100's of bagfuls of them for curbside pick up.  It's on my list to write about them, but everytime I sit down to write lately, it all just goes "poof!" and I lose the momentum.  Oh well--maybe your poem will kick start mine about leaves!

I Love fallen leaves as well, just not burning ones! There are all sorts of beautiful things to do with them once the fun is spent.

Poetry inspiring poetry! What a novel idea in a poetry site! I look forward to reading it!

nice metaphors

Thank you!

the images are great
and never mind the fact
that winter lies in wait ..

Thanks, Paul! Nice rhyme!

you sent me into a time of coldness and crisp, cold smoky scented air🖋


thank you, dear love, for this remembrance

And I thank you for your time and lovely words. ⌚

I loved this piece - anything bound in nature now - especially this dark view of Autumn - I always had the view that Autumn was the funeral and Winter  was the wake - a cheery thought huh?

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Thank you! I Love that perspective, David. It would make a nice poem. 🍁🍂