Stephen Mayne Poet Rhyme

I Walk Upon the Fallen Leaves

I walk upon the brown, orange, golden, fallen leaves
From silent standing, now dormant trees.
That stand and rest at this time of ease

With no one to impress, or even to please.
They stand naked now, everything else gone with the autumn breeze.
They've let the past go and have nothing to grieve.

I look upon these magnificent, standing, inspirational trees.
Not with sadness for their loss, but with an element of glee.
As I understand their wisdom, that they depart to me.

Their time will come again, when leaves and branches begin to interweave.
A rebirth with new vigour, they begin to grow and breathe.

Oct 2018

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Sara Jolly November 29, 2021 at 10:42 AM Hi, Stephen. This is a really beautiful and deep poem. I love how you appreciate trees here, as their own beings, with their own experiences and interactions with the world. And the profound meaning you find in their life cycles.. Lovely. :) I love the shapes they create with their bare branches and twigs. They are truly wonderful life forms.

Richard Lamoureux July 7, 2019 at 7:05 AM I read recently that trees have their own language and communicate over great distances. I like how you displayed their regal standing.

Geoffrey Brewer November 24, 2018 at 1:21 PM This is an evocative and effectively descriptive poem with thoughtful and optimistic sentiment. I am reminded of my poem: ‘February on Wildmoor Heath’ Stephen Mayne July 7, 2019 at 3:30 AM Thank you

Line Gauthier November 21, 2018 at 6:51 AM Lovely poem, Stephen. Stephen Mayne November 21, 2018 at 7:24 AM Thank you