When Leaves Fall Down

How wonderful God is to bless us with seasons!..... Change is good.

 

 

I stopped to take some time today

Some time to watch the leaves at play

 

The leaves they dare the wind to blow

They tease the air all green with glow

 

All green with glow tis summer at last,

Summer!

They scream it’s here! 

 What a blast!

 

They brought a smile to my face

Of happy times, a happy place

 

Of times I shared with mom and me

A happy time for all to see

 

Though Summers Sun was fun today

Fall is not so far away

 

The leaves take time to rest from play

Their color seems to fade away

 

Summer came and went with glee

The leaves so green and bright to see

 

A part of life we all must bear

A time to love and share and care

 

A time to live and then let die

The same for leaves each season by

 

A life so short is here and gone

But new each spring, a different song

 

-When Leaves Fall Down-

 

Author's Note

One of the things my mom used to tell me is that God gave us "seasons' so that we would not get bored.

Reviews

[Enigma]

I agree. Change is good. We can't drag on the same monotonous (ignore the wrong spelling) life forever. What IS life without twists and turns, ups and downs??!!
This poem was a refresher. It blows right into the reader's soul andimparts a feeling of peace and fun and enjoyment, something we all feel when during ....umm....picnics?!?!
Anyway, I really enjoyed myself. Your writing took me to a lush green garden with treese all around me and cool breeze brushing through my hair. A few steps ahead, I could see you ...smiling...
Ah! Me and my imagination...lol
Awesome write!! Well Done!!

[TL Boehm]

nice couplet ryhmes in this piece - well done.

[M@]

Another one of your poems that reminds me of "Nothing Gold Can Stay," but with different and fresh language.

I dig the rhyming pattern, it's something different from your other work, which is nice. However, there were a few points, a few stanzas, where the rhyme felt a bit forced. To that point though, there were stanzas which seemed to rhyme and flow perfectly; because of that, those stanzas seemed to stand out more. That tends to make things a bit choppy for the reader, but that's only concerning reading rhythm and flow.

The topic of this piece is awesome. Seasons can be used in a multitude of ways to represent a multitude of anything, but I like the humble choice of just talking about the seasons themselves. Intertwining your mother into the piece gives the poem a bit of depth, thus making the point of the seasons have a much deeper, if not darker as well, purpose. One thing is clear after reading this piece: that what happens happens, it does so naturally, and it cannot be stopped.

A nice nod back to the classics, I dig it. Rhyme patterns are tough to nail down, but you seem to have the knack for it.

[Stephen Ownby]

I love your mother's quote. You could use it as an epigraph at the start of the poem.

[Legion]

An excellent analogy about life. Well versed.

[Samuel Dickens]

We, like the leaves, are young and vibrant for our time in the sun, and then we must fade. That's life--sad though it may seem. While the sun yet shines, let us make the most of it. Sam