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Glorious In Their Dying Throes

So glorious in their dying throes
The red and orange of autumn leaves
Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth
Scattered down by ever-chilling winds.

The red and orange of autumn leaves
Those that once were green with verdant life
Scattered down by ever-chilling winds
And vibrant carpet the woodland floor.

Those that once were green with verdant life
Will, too soon, return to Mother Earth
And vibrant carpet the woodland floor
so glorious in their dying throes.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/23/2022 10:44:00 AM

This is beautiful, Terry. Although I've never written one, I do love the rhythm of the unrhymed pantoum, especially when the images are so vibrant. Good stuff!

Terry Miller
Date: 11/4/2022 1:46:00 AM

Thank you, Milton; I do so appreciate your comments.