Softly dying, dying, the leaves hanging on the trees, barely hanging on by a stem. Gently falling, falling, the leaves giving up their souls, to collect sadly at my feet. There am I, crying, crying, at the senseless sacrifice of Fall, seeing death wearing bright colors.
The leaves are the dress coming off. If you took a limb of the treee and cut it off, as it died the leaves would stay on the tree even in death they remain attached because it was killed before it's time. When it's time to change the season the leaves depart the tree and actually fall to die. The tree sleeps while it's new pregnancy ,in spring ,brings about new birth. Think of Fall as the cycle complete of trees. Their time comes again, sweet Karla.
Love,
Susan
Such sadness Karla, in the beauty and color of the leaves...a metaphoric gem as the earth recycles her own spendor to guarantee another Fall.
xo Taylor
Because, in the end Karla; we are like the leaves here. The difference is that we never die and I'm not so sure the leaves actually "die" either. I mean. They give life to what grows and become part of that. Girl, you got me thinking here. Thanks for this. Love and peace,
I feel a sense of sadness too when the leaves fall, but I am glad that they come back in the spring. A beautiful write, keep on soaring with the eagles! Your writing has really taken off to incredible levels, and I am honored to read and review your works of art! BRAVA, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D
I sometimes feel a bit sad too when the leaves fall but I must remember that the earth is reborn again in the spring with vibrant new life. The bible says that we have an appointed time to live and an appointed time to die...our days are numbered, but the glorious thing is, just as the trees bring forth new life in the spring, so will new life spring forth for us in that glorious city called Heaven someday. Beautiful write my dear friend, makes one stop and appreciate their days here on our borrowed home.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
BEautiful reflections but I think and believe that it is a necessary sacrifice like the soldiers who fight and die so future generations will survive...so too the leaf.
Tis not a senseless sacrifice, sweet Karla. Dry, dry your tears. The leaves had lived their given life, and now must fertilize the ground, somewhere. As a beautiful leave they will no longer be, but alas, dear lady, they will help in the birth and growth of other plants and other leaves. Just like the human life...we are here for a given time, and then we too must depart. Those coming behind will take our place...and so the cycle repeats. So, dry, dry those tears and let that gorgeous smile replace the sadness that you feel. What must be, must be. :) Having said all that, you have penned a precious poem...with deep meaning. Thank you.
what an awesome last line, Karla! good job! the imagery of leaves giving up their souls as they fall to the ground is another work of art within this poem!
Here am I, reading, reading,a very good poem
while sitting here, here, alone
with lots of visuals.
Silently wondering, wondering,how you
get your inspiration day after day.
Your awesome my friend.
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Now THIS is brilliant..
by Jove you did this well..
Brava karla!
blessings..
Vesna :) {{{hugs
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Karla, this is POWERFUL!!!!!!Colorful and emotional muse--Thank you precious for your reviews on my board..They mean so much to me--
If all death were as beautiful as this! Wonderful poem my dear sister, Karla
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Ah, Karla, too tender hearted. Imagine, the leaves turn to compost and give new life to the tree for next spring. Dry your tears, my friend. Rejoice, all will be renewed. Victor
Oh Karla! This is magnificent, hon. What wonderful emotion you've woven into this poem about leaves and fall! Your last line is a humdinger, "seeing death wearing bright colors." That's a wowser line, my friend, and one I wish I had thought of first (wink).
Truly brilliant.
Love,
CJ
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Karla the repetion of this repeating is motion in poetry. Well expressed a time of sleep for nature. beautiful Job....
We stop and smell the roses but walk past them with indifference when they have wilted. Very succinct and written in a kind of descending bass line style - impressive.
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Beautifully written, Karla.
Love, Rhonda
Love and Hugs, B&R
Lovely poem Karla...
Myrna
Love Tinka
I wonder what Adam thought when the first fall came?
A sobering thought eh.
Hugs
Ch'erie
Love,
Susan
God Bless
Michelle~
xo Taylor
Regis
Love,
ET
I feel a sense of sadness too when the leaves fall, but I am glad that they come back in the spring. A beautiful write, keep on soaring with the eagles! Your writing has really taken off to incredible levels, and I am honored to read and review your works of art! BRAVA, Karla!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :D
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
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God Bless
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Lena
Aberjhani
Susan
Here am I, reading, reading,a very good poem
while sitting here, here, alone
with lots of visuals.
Silently wondering, wondering,how you
get your inspiration day after day.
Your awesome my friend.
by Jove you did this well..
Brava karla!
blessings..
Vesna :) {{{hugs
Love, Dove
Metaphorically scintillating, you invoke deep emotions with this gem.
Bravo Karla
Love and Hugs
Peter.
Truly brilliant.
Love,
CJ
Blessings,
Joselyn
Rusty