Abe Lopez Poet Quatrain

Beautiful Death

Bright and beautiful colors,
Here for a season.
Red, yellow, and orange,
To die is the reason.

Why beauty last for a season?
I don't really know.
Lovely sight for a week,
Leaves die and don't grow.

I want to photograph the tree,
At the end of the road.
But I never have my camera, 
To give the oak its ode.
 
I look forward to next fall,
When again it beckons me. 
The beauty for a week,
I long to see.......

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Abraham L December 21, 2008 at 2:02 AM abe that is truly a beautiful death, nature is amazing, that's the handy work of God. lovely poetry

Elizabeth Neal December 5, 2008 at 2:49 PM nice poem you wrote here. Fall is pretty and has beautiful colors.

Anna Kittrell December 5, 2008 at 12:57 PM Rockin'! You are a good poet, Abe. You're poems are real and relateable...like you paint with your words as well as your brush. Keep up the wonderful work! Anna

Raven Carr December 5, 2008 at 11:30 AM Great poem.I really,really liked it.

Sharon Winter December 5, 2008 at 5:19 AM Yes, fall is here and gone so quickly. I know what you mean about not having your camera too! Seems that is always the case for me. Love the title to a wonderful poem. Love, Shar

Raul Moreno December 4, 2008 at 6:49 PM Seasonal beauty is magical in its own. I love to see fall leaves drying up on trees. The colors are majestic...Raul