Autumn Pilots

Autumn Pilots

A Poem by Chris Shaw

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

© 2020 Chris Shaw


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I like the metaphor I got from this write, wonderfully written

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Kay-T. Appreciate your response. I am liking your new avatar. Is that you?

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Be-leaf it or not, it is the cycle that plays out for our enjoyment ... pity the poor firs and pines that stay that same old boring green. The Lion King can lay claim, but trees represent the true circle of life, undressing in autumn, shivering naked all winter, then pulling on a fresh set of clothes in Spring.

Good one Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Ted for that truly poetic response. So visual. A poem itself. All good wishes.

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And then it rains and it looks like Ma Nature spilled soggy cornflakes all over us 😀
Was always told as a child it was a magic trick to see if we were paying attention, as greens gave way to red, orange, brown. So I paid attention, every day I looked, but not once did I see the postbox change to amber or green....I think I must have had a page of my book missing 😀

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Dear Lorry, your responses are always so random, I think you will always have a page missing and tha.. read more
they know their roles and accept them....
one advantage leaves have is their lightness and the swaying motion with which they fall...
lets them ease to the ground....
in life we hope our downfalls have a similar sway.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob. Yes, it's the acceptance, they don't hold on, they just go. It's the way it is.
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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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