Autumn Pilots

look at kamikaze leaves

without hesitation they jump

from a branch on the tallest tree

no parachutes have they

no need to play a violin to help

them on their way

no need for them to hope

for arrival of a rescue boat

they tumble down acceptingly

cast in glorious shades of gold

there is no holding them back

no lack of willingness

they part company so readily

no sad farewells to their parent

a breath of air and they're gone

Reviews

[Andrew John]

Beautiful images - and no need to hear a violin (you may hear it in your head as you see this kamikaze!). Lovely description, Chris.

[Lore Keeper]

Autumn is my favorite season and the vibrant colors of the leaves are one of many reasons. ‘kamikaze’ is quite the apt description of these colorful drain cloggers. Very well done Emma.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much for your review. They are very much drain cloggers as well as many other things. Pleased you enjoyed the poem. I am Chris by the way:) Happy Friday.

Chris

[Lore Keeper]

Dagnabbit yes Cris, I last posted something for emmajoygreene so that was the name in my head. Apologies.

[Lore Keeper]

Chris….. there, brain and fingers now connected.

[Chris Shaw]

Smiling at you :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

nature is the best as Mother Earth gives us life, we must be grateful for what we have. thank you for sharing

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Mauricio. Mother Nature can be a wonderful blessing. Thank you for checking in. Have a great day.

Chris

[Mauricio Montoya]

one day I saw some ants carrying a fly, but they had to carry the fly up a rock, they made a ladder of ants to carry that fly up. and I thought we had a brain. you're a good writer

[Chris Shaw]

Ants are hard workers and problem solvers.

[Mauricio Montoya]

lol, so are bees. Chris thanks for that, lol.

[Chris Shaw]

They are indeed :))

[W. Barrett Munn]

Yes, the leaves make their sacrifice by jumping. An interesting comparison to war planes.
I've always wondered if those pilots had second thoughts in their last seconds.

Winston

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Winston. You raise an interesting thought. I would say not. They were happy to die for their country. Brain washed. Have a great day.

Chris

[Soren]

The concept of fate or destiny and acceptance of it is so beautifully set in this piece. Magnificent Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks for your encouragement Soren. Pleased you enjoyed this piece. Have a great day.

Chris

[Arundass TP]

A sad but beautiful scene describing a leafs fall from the parent tree. Looks muscical. Great writing.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Arundass for a lovely review. All the best.

Chris

[Maximus]

Truly an amazing poem which is very well written and equally well presented, with great selection of words and emotional touch. I loved going through this poem.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Maximus for your encouraging review. Pleased you enjoyed the poem.

Chris

[Ken Simm.]

I am reminded of the whirly gigs that spin propeller like to the ground with this wonderfully descriptive poem of mist and mellow fruitfulness.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ken. An older autumn poem out for an airing. Pleased you enjoyed reading. Have a good Tuesday.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris,
Thanks for the reminder... Here on the Llano Estacado, we have very few trees to drop leaves. most are at the bottom of ravines and washes, so they are hard to see from the highways and roads... ironically there are more inside the towns than in the wild, or covering the countryside. I moved here from Tennessee where autumn was a real thing.
Vol

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Vol for your visit and share. Although I love the colours of autumn, that is about as far as it goes. My least favourite season. I appreciate your words.

Chris

[Vol]

Mine, too... Yuch!

[Neville]

I knew towards the tail end of September that something like this was coming .. a breathtakingly beautiful farewell .. fall poemed to perfection. 🍁🍂🍂🍁

Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Neville for giving this old autumn poem an airing and for your lovely review. Have a golden Tuesday.

Chris

[Neville]

... & back at ya .. Neville