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by Liana Margiva
Sunday, October 09, 2011
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Poetry by Liana Margiva

Leaves are mourning golden color

Fall has painted their girlfriends,

They are mourning when it’s raining,

When the wind is thrashing branches,

Able not to find its peace.


Know leaves that on such dark day

Death may come like bolt of thunder,

Claiming its forsaken victims

That will fall like knights in battle

Ripped off branches by the wind,

And destroyed without mercy

In some crazy, wild vendetta.


Sun will shine, as always, brightly,

Rain will fall to feed the grasses,

And amongst the early blossoms

Birds will chant the hymns to Spring

That will fill with great contentment

Lonely hearts that ache for passion.


Everything will be like always,

But today the leaves will wither

No miracle will save them.

Sun won’t shine for them tomorrow,

Bare trees will soon forget them,

They will turn to worthless garbage,

Useless litter on the ground.



But the leaves don’t want to wither,

Know leaves that Winter’s snows

Won’t arrive soon,

And it’s not their time to die.


True, the Sun will shine tomorrow

And the Spring will bring new sprouts,

But the Sun can’t love the newbies

Like it loved the old cohort.


But the wind keeps thrashing branches

That are shedding yellow soldiers

Battle-weary in the struggle

For their miserable lives.


Wind is soulless, it can’t fathom

What it means to leave existence.

Knows wind that death may happen

Any hour, any minute,

Pretty daydreams interrupting,

It will end the joy of life.


Time will come and their children

Will be basking in the Spring Sun,

Just as if their rotting parents

Never rustled on the branches,

And the Sun didn’t warm their skin.




But on this gray Autumn morning

Leaves fall down from the branches

Making space for new arrivals

That will come to be next Spring.


They are tumbling, spinning slowly

T’wards the ground where death is waiting

Under same sky where for some time

They were rustling blissfully.


Morrow’ll bring abundant sunshine,

But the leaves won’t feel its warmness:

They’ll be raked and neatly packaged

For the fire to devour them.


Rain keeps weeping for the victims

That this world abandoned early,

Leaves are sobbing, falling slowly

In the puddles of bitter tears…


This will happen on the morrow,

When the rain its thirst will quench,

Not today, when leaves are destined

Their early grave to meet.


By  Liana Margiva

Translated from Russian by Anatol Kardiukov

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Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson 9/4/2012
Wonderful images that touch ones soul... Love,,M
Reviewed by Don Juan Amante 8/15/2012
your descriptives are truly amazing. beautiful poetry always from you Sweet Lady.
Reviewed by Steve Ralph 1/17/2012
Ahh the changing of the seasons, a picture perfectly painted in words,
thank you
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 1/2/2012
E x a c t l y how I feel, seeing leaves fall.

M A R V E L O U S . P O E M, Liana!!

M A R V E L O U S !!!

xOx Phyllis xOx
Reviewed by Paul Judges 12/15/2011
A lovely evocation, Liana
Reviewed by John Domino 12/9/2011
An excellent description of the changing of the seasons! Bravo!
Reviewed by Darryn Murphy 11/29/2011
very nicely done
Reviewed by Douglas Bentley 11/26/2011
Very Moving
Your words fall like the leaves
Wonderful Poetry.

Hope your doing all right.
You have not posted any new poems in a while.

Reviewed by Clarence Prince 11/25/2011
Like the Leaves, like everything else! Oh what a God! Yet, this world remains and it shall forever goes on. Oh what a mystery! Ideed! Liana, it's just a mystery.
Reviewed by Morning Star 11/12/2011
Liana this one is beautiful but truly sad and sorrow death
Powerful emotions and stunning images bring this piece to life
Within this readers mind!
Hugessss :)
Reviewed by Axilea MU 11/1/2011
A sense of death and sacrifice. The power of fate seems so strong in your words! And the elements are so pitiless! Love the perpetual movement in this poem, as tragic as a war.

Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 10/23/2011
Beautiful. Love it. Liz
Reviewed by Vivian Dawson 10/16/2011
A collection of leaves equating
to "the change of life" which
You ~Liana~ have colored so true!!

Lady Vivian
Reviewed by TONY NERONE 10/15/2011
A lovely writing of nature.Excellent!!
Reviewed by Jon Willey 10/14/2011
Liana Margiva, forever precariously teetering on the verge of death is all life -- the wind but an obedient servant, a messenger of the fates --as the leaves are interred they yield the gift of sustenance to the new life to be, budding green at spring's appointed entrance --the autumnal proclamation is not to be denied its sway with all things, living -- this is classical quality emotions wrapped in velvet poetry my dear friend -- I bid you love and peace -- Jon Michael
Reviewed by Kenny Baez 10/12/2011
Great! You capture the glowing colours of the autumn leaves but the observer knows all that rich colour foretells the leaves' imminent decay and death.
Reviewed by jude forese 10/11/2011
enchanting and wonderfully composed ...
Reviewed by JMS Bell 10/11/2011
Reviewed by richard cederberg 10/11/2011
Melancholy and powerful imagery in this poignant poem of Autumn. Seasons and cycles in our lives. Being born, growing, thriving, declining, passing on, and it starts again and continues unstoppable. From the earth all things come and then return. I do look forward to reading your work, dear Liana. There is something, always, in the heart of your poems that reverberates in my mind, and spirit, as crystal bells. Excellent! richard
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 10/11/2011
The essence of autumn leaves beautifully captured here, Liana....your phrasing is enchanting!

Reviewed by Carole Mathys 10/11/2011
Lovely write Liana, it is a beautiful fall in the mid west with every color you could imagine.
peace, Carole~
Reviewed by William Bonilla 10/10/2011
a beautiful write Liana
I miss the wonderful kaleidoscope colors
In autumn miss the mountains I once resided within
Thank You For this wonderful seasonal piece.....
Love & Peace be with you

Reviewed by Debbie Lacy 10/10/2011
Very nice and quite vivid! Leaves go through a lot no matter what the season, they are beautiful during the seasons, yet they cluther the yard and then often raked and disposed of or burned. Leaves can also fertilized the land as they wither into the ground and even more so some can withstand frost and freezing only to return again all pretty and green. I love it and thanks for sharing Liana!

Reviewed by Christine Alwin 10/10/2011
Things never remain the same..we adapt with the changes..great write!
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 10/9/2011
very unique. Morgan
Reviewed by Felix Perry 10/9/2011
Unique and philosophical look at autumn and the slowly dying of the old year...
Reviewed by Susan Bergeron 10/9/2011
Beautiful images of changeing seasons and life...Sue
Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 10/9/2011

Rich images and it's very clever the way a dying Autumn leaf might feel. It's done it's job for the year. Really loved this.

Reviewed by Christine Tsen 10/9/2011
Beautifully rich imagination, and your powerful poem of autumn is a pleasure to read!
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 10/9/2011
As always you bring us such tenderly beautiful poetry! The change of the season, especially fall(autumn) captures such pivotal moments in one's life. It is like shedding a skin to growing another. I feel that Autumn is dynamic because Natures teaches us that we can always evolve into another facet of life, it is a good thing for sure!

Much peace, love and light,
Reviewed by Richard Orey 10/9/2011
And so rules the joy and tragedy of our uncertain life, doors close while new doors open, life continuing without us while we want only that someone remembers we were here. But we were somewhere before we came and now, much as leaves, move on to other trees, all part of God's great plan. Life: what an extraordinary adventure!

Again, my dear Liana, your eloquent phrasing captures it all.

Love, respect and admiration,
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo 10/9/2011
Like the cycle of life, so too is the change of seasons. Beautiful write, Liana! ~Hugs, Elizabeth

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