Summer’s green leaves,
Supple and soft,
Birds in boughs,
Chirping and chattering.
Tiny feet conquering
More than my height.
I, stood proud, with
Green carpet at feet,
Blue shade on head,
And life in my heart.
Spring time’s flowers,
Glorious and fragrant,
Beholding all.
Bowed with
rich fruits,
rich fruits,
Ripe with seeds.
I, stood grateful, my
Arms in lush foliage,
And heart full of love.
Bright yellow leaves,
Tints of the sunset,
Soft golden glow.
The rustling remains
Falling slow.
I, stood blushed, midst
The pirouetting autumn,
And the fading laughter,
My heart a little saddened.
A stark silhouette
Against the sky.
I wear no nests,
No shade for rest.
Dead in dead cold.
I stand today,
Lonesome.
Just me and my hollow being.
Linking up with Trifecta : Week Fifty-Three - Hollow
I love what you do with the seasons - Lovely imagery throughout, I love the birds' feet. I can picture them there.
ReplyDeleteThank you Kelly. I really cherish your support.
DeleteOh! It's a tree, right? I think...This is amazing work either way! (:
ReplyDeleteI left it open to interpretation. It literally is a tree, but going deeper you can draw parallels with man, or life as you want.
DeleteGreat job with imagery!
ReplyDeleteThank you Deana.
DeleteA tree, yes, but it's anything we want it to be, anything we want to substitute. Sad ending with the lonesome. But beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Stephanie. I am so encouraged by your words and your visit.
DeleteWhat a lovely poem, full of allegory and yet winsomely natural. And the seasons! And a tree!
DeleteThank you Kymm. I am really overwhelmed by these words from you.
DeleteVery nice imagery in this poem. Love the phrase "pirouetting autumn" - so unique!
ReplyDeleteThank you Janna. I like that part the best in this poem too :)
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