Ode to the last leaves of autumn

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.

Today we write odes with Frank at dVerse. Come join us.

November 9, 2017

28 responses to “Ode to the last leaves of autumn

  1. 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’.

  2. 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.

  3. 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.

  4. 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.”

  5. “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!

  6. 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.

  7. 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

  8. 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.

  9. 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

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