In the Fall
Everything falls earthward
It should be a time of
Desolation
Despair
Disillusionment
At Summer’s end.
But Autumn leaves
Turning to their brightest
Most gloriously
Inventive
Artistic
Enthusiastic
Sublime embrace
Of life.
In death
Nature shines
Puts on her
Royal robes
And parades
Across the land
Dancing in the wind,
In glory.
And why?
Because she knows
This is just the beginning
That after a winter retreat
There will be new life
New beginnings.
This is not death at all
This is life conquering death
Looking for tomorrow.
Poem and photo copyright Englepip ©
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Exquisite!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Thank you!
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Thank you for reading it and especially for sharing it. 🙂
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It was too beautiful not to! I completely enjoyed that poem. It was such a delightful reversal to what most people think of the fall as.
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