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Observe the leaves thru the seasons’ wear,
As they ever so gracefully age;
For their withering they possess no care,
Nor lament their final stage.
Such vibrant green are they when young,
And spring has come anew;
They listen, content, as songs are sung
By the birds of every hue.
Dear summer finds their colour deepened,
For older they have grown;
Yet their lively spirits have not weakened,
Tho’ livid winds have blown.
Autumn arrives with her shadow of death,
Her victims a bright array;
For their tones are finest in waning breath:
The red, the yellow, the clay.
When winter hails she finds them sleeping,
In graves of frost so thin;
But in their dying hours came no weeping,
For spring must come again.
So follow the leaves thru the seasons’ wear,
Friend, and ever so gracefully age;
For your changing visage possess no care,
For life is beautiful in every stage.
| Thank you Mandi for real poetry. It 's hard to find among the dross claimed to be poetry on this site. (I'm not knocking the site but rather the relentless postings by those who think anything they jot down is poetry. You instead give us a wonderfully flowing exposition. Your poem is like it's last line, "beautiful in every stage." ||| Posted on 2008-07-12 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] || "Dear Mandi, after considerable surfing I came across your poem 'Follow The Leaves'. I found it very good and shall add it to my favorites. I really enjoy poetry with a seasonal quality about it. I can almost smell the freshness of the Autumn air and hear the crunch of maple leaves beneath my feet. I grew up in a part of Ontario where there were lots of maple trees. The fall was my favourite time of the year. Please keep writing and good luck.---Mugsy----||| Posted on 2008-01-29 00:00:00 | by mugsy | [ Reply to This ] || Aww, this was beautiful! I loved how you personified something so simple as leaves, following them through the seasons. Every word seem to emanate the crisp freshness of a leaf, despite the temperature or weather. The last line was simply lovely! It wrapped it up perfectly! Bravo!||| Posted on 2008-01-15 00:00:00 | by doppelganger | [ Reply to This ] || Well been 71 myself, I can honestly appreciate your poem sincerely. Beautifully set in autum colours and gracefully done as it deems the aged.|
In these days of heavy lament on black and white pages, yours comes as a fresh breeze in autum just before winter sets in. I say well. done. You`ve sent me a breeze sented with the spices of life - a lovely aroma are you. Joachim
|| Posted on 2008-01-15 00:00:00 | by Joachim | [ Reply to This ] |