The Tree

A tree and the changing seasons

The tree tried to hold onto it's children
but they sagged and fell to the earth
like soft teardrops of fire
    The mourning tree was then graced
    by the presence of a blanket
    not one of warmth
    but one white and cold
    so it would seem a tad bit brighter
    as it stood all alone
        The blanket was then taken away
        and the earth awoke from it's sleep
        and the tree gave birth again
        to a thousand new children
        who laughed in the breeze

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think. Thank you.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Beautiful :-)

[Bare trees]

An excellent poem. I like the first line's metaphor a lot. The whole idea of fall and its colors turning to winter and then to summer is a splendid way to cycle the seasons. Loved it, well done.

100/100

[S. Michael Long]

silver and cold is also a nice transition from silver and gold.. lol (: it would work i think (:

[S. Michael Long]

i dont like fire, i mean, i get what you are saying, but fire doesnt fit the scheme, im thinking, tear drops of decay.. im also thinking "silver and cold.. because silver is a harsh metal... better than white.. white is pure..but silver says what you are trying to say better.. i think.. the rest follows perfectly.. it flows well, especially with the tree giving birth to a thousand children who laughed in the breeze (: keep writing! i love what you write! -s.

[WiLL i e]

I Love This Top To Bottom. Great Story, Crystal Clear Imagery. "Circle of life Simba" ... Well Done

[The White Wolf]

I love it! It strikes me as being half about the arrival of autumn and half about the tree of life. It has a very esoteric quality that I enjoy very much.

[etxcp]

Amazing! Wonderful read! You are a really talented writer! write on!