By Don Iannone
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Battered tie-died leaves
tumble helplessly
to the waiting forest floor.
Unrelenting sheets of rain pummel
the trees' thick coats
into uncontested submission.
Naked and shivering,
the trees ready for winter's paintbrush
to color them in unadulterated whiteness.
tumble helplessly
to the waiting forest floor.
Unrelenting sheets of rain pummel
the trees' thick coats
into uncontested submission.
Naked and shivering,
the trees ready for winter's paintbrush
to color them in unadulterated whiteness.
Lovely golden photo
ReplyDeleteLike these phrases from your poem:
"battered tie-died"
It's interesting how you show a painful side of the trees losing leaves when we humans usually look at the glorious colours. It's as if your feeling what the tree does. ("unrelenting....pummel...uncontested... naked and shivering)
Fall is my favorite season, but I also adore the beauty of pristine white snow adorning the trees.
"unadulterated whiteness) yes
OK!
ReplyDeleteThnaks Silvermoon and Dan. Yes Silvermoon this is a different take on the fall foliage.
ReplyDeleteI love the way leaves fall
ReplyDeleteBut never had ever linked them as battered ...so they fall...and start a new journey
Very nice Don!
ReplyDeleteLove the picture of the golden leaves!
brrrr... feels like a cold, cloudy and wet fall day!!!...
ReplyDeletegreat descriptions Don...!
a different take on the autumn leaves i have thoroughly enjoyed.
ReplyDeletethank you.