Autumn Fire

This poem was written for a britsh literature assignment.

When the wind blows through an autumn wood,

The leaves in color; fiery reds, oranges and yellows.

They quiver and shake like tongues of fire,

The wood a furnace, the wind a bellows.

 

Trees all around alive, afire in flaming torrents,

The falling leaves like embers disembark.

The rush of wind like roar of fire,

And crunch of leaves like ember's spark,

 

Then comes winter, and fire dies,

The burning colors, flames extinguished,

Like ashes they pile up, no longer alive.

Autumn' fire leaves the trees scorched black,

barren boughs, no longer distinguished.

Reviews

[Trystan]

Excellent stuff. Great flow, great symbolism. Good rhyme.

[Demosthenes]

Hahah good s**t.