Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Autumn Days

by Jack Bates (writer), Alameda, February 08, 2014

Credit: Anthony Quintano
Fall Foliage trip to New Hampshire 2011 - flickr

A little poem musing about life, nature, aging, youthfulness lost while playing with imagery, rhythm, and senses

Brisk, crisp, crackly air drying
Sweet smelling moldy leaves
Brilliant color swept trees
Raining fall down upon us all

Cutting wind out of the Northwest
Flowing through their woolen coats
To chill the bones of happy children
Raging against Life's oppression

Armed with fervent laughter
They bombard aging time
With playful smiles, warm embraces
And limitless, unconditional love

Naive of worldly worries
And their slow fall from graces
Eventually, all brilliant leaves fall
Leaving forests of colorless trees

About the Writer

Jack Bates is a writer for BrooWaha. For more information, visit the writer's website.
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