As the last brown leaf
Fails its grasp of the tree,
Floating down to earth
Like a bewildered kite
To land softly.
A papery crisp,
To be trodden into the muck
of the season,
While I ponder the years
beneath my yellow
| Uhhh...what are galoshes??? I like the nature you put into your poems. The changing of seasons being related to the changing of people's lives is amazing. Great write.|
|| Posted on 2006-08-08 00:00:00 | by Katana Ryoko | [ Reply to This ] || You make me miss the changing of the seasons. I live in Arizona where its hot and hotter and things go fast and faster. I am from Colorado originally. Your works take me to another time, another way of looking at the world. I especially liked the bewildered kite line.||| Posted on 2006-05-30 00:00:00 | by feather | [ Reply to This ] || I like how you equate the years of life to the leaves that have fallen from the trees. Very well written and I enjoyed reading this.|
|| Posted on 2006-05-16 00:00:00 | by Frank Maguire | [ Reply to This ] || How about deleting the comma after YEARS? Also IT'S should be ITS. |
The bewildered kite is a great image, and it ties in well with the "lost years" feeling you get at the end. I know that at age 44 I am a little bewildered at how my life has gotten away from me. Makes me wonder if I have more leaves on the tree or on the ground!
|| Posted on 2006-07-12 00:00:00 | by annie0888 | [ Reply to This ] || galoshes??? |
I loved this peice.. the image of the leaf loosing it's grip and being bewildered!!! I can feel the bitof sadness I feel each fall when the lieaves are falling on the ground and the smell of winter is in the air...
this is going into my favorites
|| Posted on 2006-07-16 00:00:00 | by mimi | [ Reply to This ] |