Falling Summer

Faded greens turning crisp

whispering among the trees.

Floating shapes clashing

spreading a golden dust

only valuable to a few.

Breezy voices sighing

            as they lose their melody      

to the cold silence

alongside the fallen life

the trees can’t seem to bare.

The vanquished begin to drift

Into memories of warmth

And greener days

As they display,

for the last time,

the colors of life.

Author's Note

Poetry my English teachers didn't enjoy, for whatever reason.

Reviews

[Bare Trees]

This has beautiful imagery to it. The only reason they didn't like it was probably because of the way it was worded.


Faded greens turning crisp
whisper among the trees.
Floating shapes clashing
spread a golden dust
only valuable to a few.
Breezy voices sigh,
melody lost
to the cold silence
alongside fallen life
the trees can’t seem to bare.

[Bacchus]

This actually feels like a leaf falling. That's how it reads.