Ann Peck Poet Rhyme

Golden Leaves

I've always loved Aspen's leaves of gold
Even though winter's what they foretold.
And maples' gold among the crisp red,
once fallen make the lovliest bed.

The green was nice and furnished us shade.
Beneath it, young lovers' vows were made.
It matched the green-swept, rolling hills.
holding its own, without golden frills.

Poets say golden leaves never last.
Trees try to capture, but gold flees fast.
We catch its glint for a moment or two,
before fairies steal with morning's dew.

There's something special about the gold.
Perhaps elusiveness is its control.
Its story told with a painter's brush,
poet's thoughts adding finishing touch.

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Anne E Sangster - K April 6, 2021 at 7:21 PM Another fav for me. :-) I am thoroughly enjoying reading your poems. Ann Peck April 8, 2021 at 12:15 PM Thank you so much, Anne! I'm going to read your poems right now!

Brandy Nicole March 20, 2021 at 7:10 PM "Its story is told with a painter's brush" Yes, I completely agree. Our Creator is so Creative. This is beautiful in every way. Such breathtaking images you paint with your words, my dear friend. I wish to place this in my favorites. Your thoughts bring a smile. :) Brandy Ann Peck March 21, 2021 at 12:12 PM Thanks so much, Brandy. It's sad the things we've done to God's creation.

Kim Merryman March 20, 2021 at 6:37 PM Ann, I enjoyed your delightful, golden poem! Autumn is my favorite time of year! Blessings, Kim M Ann Peck March 21, 2021 at 12:14 PM Autumn certainly rivals Spring with its colors. Thanks so much for your thoughts, Kim.

Jan Allison March 20, 2021 at 2:13 PM I would love to see this for real, such stunning images and imagery Ann:-) hugs Jan xx Ann Peck March 20, 2021 at 3:43 PM Jan, so nice of you to reply. Most of my poem is from photos I've seen because I live in southern New Mexico. Part of our city is in desert and part in irrigated valley, but no rolling green hills :) I'll go read your poetry! Hugs back.

J. Summers March 20, 2021 at 1:23 PM I don’t think that there is a more lovely tree than the Aspen when it comes to fall color. I miss them now that I have left New Mexico. Thanks for the memories. John Ann Peck March 24, 2021 at 2:09 PM I agree. They are particularly beautiful around Cloudcroft I guess they're a mountain tree. Where were you in NM? Take care.