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A Tree in Autumn
A leaf breaks away
and floats gently to the ground
Another drops off
and whirls lazily around
As each one falls,
the tree stands a little lighter
As branches slowly bare,
rays shine through a little brighter
The tree sighs and stretches,
“I feel so alive, a bit lonely but free!”
“My children have blown away,
There’s nothing left to worry me”
Suddenly it stops in surprise,
a thought has struck anew
“Where are all my friends?
Perhaps they’ve flown away too?”
“The robin, the bluebird,
the squirrel, the cat —
What infamy is this!
I wonder where they’re at?”
It ponders the puzzle in silence
as drizzle turns to snow
Autumn turns to winter,
the earth now barren and cold
But soon a red bird, a snow bird,
a rabbit come to call
Finally it hardly misses
its old friends much at all
Seasons come and go,
the tides roll in and out
The cycles never cease,
no pauses are allowed
Friends – they come and go
in this crazy journey of life
Our hearts beat on in rhythmic thunder
And our souls glow strong inside.
and floats gently to the ground
Another drops off
and whirls lazily around
As each one falls,
the tree stands a little lighter
As branches slowly bare,
rays shine through a little brighter
The tree sighs and stretches,
“I feel so alive, a bit lonely but free!”
“My children have blown away,
There’s nothing left to worry me”
Suddenly it stops in surprise,
a thought has struck anew
“Where are all my friends?
Perhaps they’ve flown away too?”
“The robin, the bluebird,
the squirrel, the cat —
What infamy is this!
I wonder where they’re at?”
It ponders the puzzle in silence
as drizzle turns to snow
Autumn turns to winter,
the earth now barren and cold
But soon a red bird, a snow bird,
a rabbit come to call
Finally it hardly misses
its old friends much at all
Seasons come and go,
the tides roll in and out
The cycles never cease,
no pauses are allowed
Friends – they come and go
in this crazy journey of life
Our hearts beat on in rhythmic thunder
And our souls glow strong inside.
Published 20th Jan 2021
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21st Jan 2021 4:56am
Dear T,
I enjoyed the cyclical nature of your poem. It’s sad to realize how easy it is to lose touch with people. I wonder, at times, if some folks are in your life at a certain time for a particular reason and then not needed after that. All the wonderful images woven throughout this write were delightful and much appreciated. H🌷
I enjoyed the cyclical nature of your poem. It’s sad to realize how easy it is to lose touch with people. I wonder, at times, if some folks are in your life at a certain time for a particular reason and then not needed after that. All the wonderful images woven throughout this write were delightful and much appreciated. H🌷
21st Jan 2021 5:32pm
Thank you. That theme seems to occur to me a lot, and more directly in another one, "Limits". This one, though, was inspired by nature. Funny the thoughts that go through you mind while pumping away on an elliptical machine and staring out the window.
