Cold weather has sparked, and kindled a blaze
That burns through the forest till the end of fall’s days
Simply smoldering at first on the tips of the trees
Before insatiably ravaging the whole of the leaves
Tingeing the hillside with colors of light
The orange and the gold ‘midst green shining bright
Then quickly fading away in a blink and a flash
Darkened to brown like the dying ember’s ash
Brittle and cracked like the tome’s dusty page
They flutter to earth with the onset of age
Leaving staunch oak and fair maple bereft of their crown
Verdant pine’s greenery alone to be found
But how odd that in the humble leaf’s passing
Is then that its beauty is so brilliantly flashing
But dormant hope still resides, even in death
Which will awaken ere long when fanned by spring’s breath
So let us still look for hope in the bitterest defeat
Which will soothe the deep hurt and make the gall sweet
For after the bare branch withstands the long cold
Is then the green shoot springs out from the old
Poem written by me, October 26, 2013.
-The Farming Daughter
This is beautiful! 🙂
Thank you! I wrote this poem last year, but I’m trying to write more frequently now. Hopefully I’ll have another one worthy of publishing soon! 🙂
-The Farming Daughter
So, when are you going to publish a book of poetry?!!! This is so beautiful, Mike!! =)
A book of poetry? I’ll have to think about that one. Thanks Em! 🙂
-The Farming Daughter
Thank you! A lovely pallette.
TRA
I’m pleased you enjoyed it!
-The Farming Daughter