Dying Leaves

Green leaves burst forth
heralding spring, summer to come
Basking in sun amidst blooms
bright pink, yellow, orange

Magnificent beauty
Abundant life

It never lasts long enough
Tears fall as blooms fade
Leaves turn red, then brown
Crisply dying on the ground
Winter follows


For Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub De Jackson is tending bar. She’s calling for poems that include the word leaves “in honor of the season many of us crave.” As you might be able to tell from my poem, I am not among that “many.” I am not even close to ready for summer to be over. Not even close.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


22 Responses

  1. beautiful imagery of the seasons. I see and feel those leaves bursting in color, then curling on edges in their slow dying…Well written!

  2. Linda, this is beautiful, and so evocative. I feel your fall funk here. It helps, for us, that winter here in Southern Nevada is one of our nicest seasons. That makes fall the gateway to beauty, and relief from our 100+ degree heat.

  3. Autumn is a sad season, even for those of us who enjoy it. It’s the end of the summer and winter is around the corner – but spring and summer always come around. That’s the beauty of nature. I love the way your poem starts by bursting forth, with the sunshine and colourful flowers, and then has such a sad coda that leaves (oh dear, that word again!) no doubt about your feelings.

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