Today you cling to twigs; the last of leaves
still there before the bending boughs are bared
I still recall the burst of buds In May
when blackbirds sang and days grew long
and then you grew to bring relief of shade,
you danced to symphonies of breeze,
and sipped the glow from morning dew.
Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams,
and watched the silhouettes of naked trees.
You, the last of leaves: it’s time to fall
to sacrifice yourself for next year’s growth.
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November 9, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
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That’s made my day – another ode to my favourite season! I really love the lines:
‘Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams,
and watched the silhouettes of naked trees’.
Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams…wow. That is an incredible line. If this was written in a hurry, I say, give us more of them. Excellent!
Nice sounding ode to autumn’s last leaves with the iambic meter and alliteration. I like “the scent of fading dreams”.
I didn’t have the time to do rhymes as well.
The rhyme was not missed, brother; powerful message & metaphor–love those /naked trees/. Nature’s cycles–the last thing we can cling to as always on time; though the season circumstance can change.
Nice. I like how you linked back to the first buds, back to the beginning of theor life…and then turning personal injects a lot of feeling. Really well written bjorn.
A lovely ode to Autumn. I too like that it is just an inevitable progression to another spring.
In the line “when blackbirds sang” I enjoyed the specificity of blackbirds as opposed to just saying birds sang. It gave the line more life. And I really liked this line as well “Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams.”
The scent of fading dreams – love that line; love this ode!
this has the melancholy feel of autumn –
“still there before the bending boughs are bared” … I love the alliteration in this line.
It blows my mind that you just quickly jotted this down. I’m impressed!
This so beautiful Bjorn…
Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams,
and watched the silhouettes of naked trees.
This is beautiful! “Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams…” Perfection!
Fading dreams and last of leaves….I feel nostalgic saying goodbye to autumn ~
Very wistful farewell…although they are still falling today after brutal winds. Getting my exercise raking!
I felt like worshipping trees and crying for dead leaves after reading this!
“It’s time to fall”… love this line!
After 16 years of living in Mexico, I am finally in the states for autumn and glorying in the falling and fallen leaves. Your poem captures this glory.
A lovely ode to the fall symbol that most reminds us of the cyclic inevitability of change. We moved to an area where fall color is more diverse than the golden aspens we knew in Colorado. Here the leaves are all imaginable shades of yellow, orange, and red. Your poem adeptly captured the feeling and beauty of autumn.
symphonies and scents of fading dreams.. you wove them all so perfectly.. it was a mixed bag of emotions reading this
kaykuala
I still recall the burst of buds In May
when blackbirds sang and days grew long
and then you grew to bring relief of shade,
There is so much anticipation for spring and summer even from far off!
Hank
Lovely rhythm in this one. Accentuates the melancholy.
Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams,
and watched the silhouettes of naked trees.
Absolutely love this poem. My Ginko tree dropped every leaf yesterday. Always all at once it is done. Wants no mourning, no sympathy. It will return.
this is wistful with a capital W – every lyrical line a joy to read
I like that your poem remembers the leaves in their newness and full summer glory, not just in their dying state. I think that’s how people want to be remembered, too.
A beautiful ode to autumn, leaves do have their very own cycle don’t they…love the line..Today I smelled the scent of fading dreams. And I see I’m not the onKY one. Nicely done.
Pat
a wonderful juxtaposition between leaves “being born” in spring and “dying” in Autumn. Vivid imagery, too!