Wednesday, October 19, 2011

For those who love autumn color:

The Colors

I am a simple autumn leaf,
Steeped in beauty, deep in grief.
The faintness of a green remains,
But brown reveals a thousand pains
Brought on by winter’s icy dread.
And there, behold a vibrant red --
It lies when it proclaims a hue
To rival spring’s pellucid blue.
The yellow there beside it shows
Anticipation of the snows
That soon will crumble me to dirt,
Deep in slumber, done with hurt.
A day or two my colors sing,
The blowing words are sorrowing,
A bit alive, but feeling death,
This beauty is my final breath.

It's not much of a poem, but I felt I needed to write it quickly, before these days of mixed coloration are passed. (Like, tomorrow!)


  1. The photos and your poem are beautiful. Fall is my favorite, with its bittersweet burst of beauty before winter. My mother and I used to take walks looking for bittersweet vine to cut and hang on our door. To this day, I am always on the lookout for bittersweet vine.

  2. You're a good poet, MK.
    I must pick up some leaves soon!

  3. Thank you, Mary Kathryn. Wish I could visit you to see those leaves!


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