Prosperity

Many a leaf floats softly down,

a blaze of gold upon the ground

comes treasure from a grieving tree.

And like our loved ones when they're gone,

in precious thought they still live on

and that means all the world to me.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of Vermont as well....that pic of my mom...the beauty of fall, her beauty...and then the impending winter to come...so cold and lonely without her....i enjoyed the prosperity of having my folks for so long....having those summers and falls in Vermont...i was quite lucky.

j.

[Chris Shaw]

Now this one was in my garden Jacob, though I am so pleased that it still reminded you of Vermont and your very beautiful mum. Gold leaves here Jacob, no magnificent reds though. Prosperity, yes, I think the same. Lucky to have wonderful memories of family to reflect upon. Thank you.

Chris

[lightsong]

beyond beautiful dear Chris, one to hold to the heart... we always symbolize the leafs as our lives, but I never read something like Yours here, genuine and deeply moving, the title speaks a lot, it's our positive thoughts prospering us in life, thus, our loved ones are kept safe in them, even if we feel sad and we miss them, still they live in these rich precious memories.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Light for your lovely review. This poem was written in minutes while watching the leaf fall and remembering those I loved who are no longer here. So appreciate your thoughts.

Chris

[lightsong]

and that's when the genuine of poetry is written ✨

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you :))

[NotUsinganymore]

Very nice lovely poem abouy loss.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you JungLee for your visit. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Anadelfa S. Bernardo]

The poem gives many images in a poem expressed in a few lines. The leaf may mean the loved ones gone. The blaze of gold may refer to the value that the writer attaches to the memory or to the person who passed away. There is a treasure in it, she says. And she repeats and clarifies the idea in the second stanza-- the first stanza, a metaphor, the second, a simile. Although it may not have a specific form, the poem has rhymes. Great

[Chris Shaw]

Welcome to my page Anadelfa. Your thoughts and visit to this poem, most appreciated. Thank you. All good wishes.

Chris

[emmajoy]

I love Autumn, Chris.. for me is the most beautiful of the four seasons. Believe me i know that sadness for those gone is year-long and always. Whereas the Fall drifts its colours so as to make room for rest.. for rebirth.. for the year ahead. How can anything as beautiful be truly sad? Yes, that's only an opinion.. but when i read your beautiful words and know how heartfelt they are, i need to remind you (self too at times) that's what's to come: rest, rebirth and yet more beauty are as vital as memories remembered. Perhaps?

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Em for this lovely response. Have to agree, the colours of autumn are certainly favourites, but the melancholy feelings of this season I can do without. Spring is me :) Like the thoughts you have shared here and your visits are much appreciated.

Chris

[emmajoy]

Hug and hint of a warm smile.

[Fran Marie]

I like the anolgy off the autumn leaves falling.to the memories congered up of those whose absence is so
deeply missed..you say it so well in beautifully.written rhyme verse

nice wor k

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Fran Marie for your thoughts Much appreciated.

Chris

[barleygirl]

I love how you set a melancholy autumn scene & compare it to the end of life, a celebration among grief. I love how you personify the tree as grieving for its loss of leaves. Best of all, the title . . . this evokes so much about appreciating the leaves that have fallen in every season (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

I love autumn colours Margie but always consider autumn a melancholy time. I love spring best of all. The season of rebirth. Thank you for your visit. All good wishes.

Chris

[barleygirl]

I have always been weighed down by autumn melancholy, despite my love of the season!

[Dave]

Chris - I so love the reds, golds, the yellows and the still green leaves on my neighbors' tress. Ours are only evergreens except for a couple of dogwoods. But when those colorful leaves come floating down and i must rake or lawnmower them away - well............. There is a price to be paid for the beauty we enjoy.
Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

You are so right Dave. The colours are marvellous, but there is always plenty of raking up to do. Many thanks for checking this one out. All good wishes from across the pond.

Chris

[Dave]

Love to read you.
Take care - Dave

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful dear Chris. I agree. Each season, a reminder for us to remember people missed. I love the change of the color of the leave. Here in Michigan. Happening now. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Coyote, always good to have you visit.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome dear Chris.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is so beautiful, poignant, and true. Well penned.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Linda Marie for your encouraging review.

Chris

[alanwgraham]

Lovely Chris how the falling leaves lead to other bittersweet thoughts. I've just been sweating blood over a sonnet on the same theme. I officially hereby give up! Some free verse might go better. Well done once again.
Autumnal Cheers
Alan

[Chris Shaw]

Hello Alan. I know what you mean about sweating over sonnets. I find them so difficult. Will have ago every now and then though. Pleased you enjoyed this one. All good wishes.

Chris