Old Poetry – Destiny

Autumn seems like so long ago now that spring is popping up everywhere! This poem was written in November last year after I was inspired by the crunching leaves under my feet. I got thinking about the circle of life and this is what I came up with.

 

Destiny

Brown, burgundy and gold.

These are the leaves of old.

Played the part they had to play,

They have now been tossed away.

What a sad life it must be,

Clinging fearlessly to the tree

Cinders

A quick poem I wrote on my way into the shop this morning.

 

This tree looks like fire

How can it bear to let go of its beauty 

As its ember like leaves glide to the floor?

 

The trunk stands up tall

Its dull brown branches reaching into the sky

As soon they will be emblazened no more

 

The frost approaches

And soon the branches will glitter and sparkle

Different beauty but the tree knows the score

 

Then into the spring

The new leaves are not as bold as the old

But will grow strong as they follow nature’s law

 

Back into Autumn

And green transforms into flame like colours

The embers are grown back, soon to be no more

 

The circle of life,

Each generation as brave as the last

But the tree remains as the trusted old core

 

 

 

An inspirational walk through the park on an autumn morning

This morning I was walking through my local park and, as always, gazing around at my surroundings. I love the crispness in the air on a sunny autumn morning and the crunchy leaves underfoot. 

I got to thinking about the circle of life and wrote this poem when I got on the train. I hope you like it!

 

Crunch

Brown, burgundy and gold

These are the leaves of old

Played the part they had to play

They have now been tossed away

What a sad life it must be

Clinging fearlessly to the tree