Friday, October 23, 2009

Autumn Leaf

Author's Note: I saw the One-Minute Writer's Prompt today to write an autumn story. But I decided to write a poem instead, something I haven't done in a long time. But the contrast between the warm, riotous colors of autumn and the grey coldness of approaching winter intrigued me, and I thought it best served up in the poetic imagery, rather than prose.

Autumn Leaf

Landing at my feet,
crisply curled and silent,
the leaf falls to the ground.

Its bright shock of display
of orange-yellow hue
proclaims without a sound

a raucous love of life
in a happy colored leaf;
But I dare not be swayed
By its sacrifice motif.

It fell onto the ground
to follow fast its brothers,
forgetting in its haste
the tree, its loving mother.

Bold though it may seem
It has left its life, the branch.
Thus death is in its colors,
swift as an avalanche.

Copyright 2009 by Michele Chiappetta. All rights reserved.

1 comment:

  1. That's beautiful and I don't always like poetry.


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