Shutdown

Autumn thoughts

Rotting leaves on the pavement,

A chill in the air,

Colours sad,

Fading.

Strangers walk by,

Heads down,

Alone.

Minds cold,

Numbed,

Shut down.

Sparse trees drip,

Silent and still,

Sap withdraws.

Last flowers

Dying.

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

You show well the sad face of winter. Nicely done. Great imagery of the seasons change.

[Firebird]

Thank you Willard. I will take a look at your poems.

[Zugzwang]

I enjoyed the sad, sparse feeling that this poem evoked for me. It was very stark. This is a bit unusual for you I think, but I thought it was great.

[Firebird]

Thank you. I wrote it after driving in to work on a cold damp Monday morning. I was probably feeling pretty flat at the time and the world looked sad and grey.

[Zugzwang]

Ahhhh...Mondayitis, I know it well.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the concrete images of autumn, but mixed with the idea of how people can be autumn toward each other...that coldness...the warmth of love towards others dying like the last flowers.

[Firebird]

Thank you Jacob. Autumn is my least favourite time of year despite the colours. They all seem to be gone now. It was a dreary day yesterday.

[alifeacoustic]

Perfectly capturing autumn.. I always disliked those rotting leaves on the pavement, especially after it had rained, which it does here quite a lot. They remind me of soggy cornflakes, which is one of the grossest things ever.

[Firebird]

Haha! Thanks!