The Leaves

Leaves, they are more beautiful, and far yet settling in for their final rest. The trees knew fall and, like newly wed brides, undressed - for their frost-winter-groom, now bears all truth, all best, whose surly bark 'neath hidden lies plane smooth flesh, fine grain - spring, rain, leaves again. See the honey star who lights the endlessly black, broken skies of tar, like candles into shadows it feels the hush, and tarries. Hero healing autumn's scar rest from death and honeymoon "Sleep for now, and blossom soon" "Save for romance, au revoir" Measureless, their icy bar frozen vocal mellow tune breath like smoke from lit cigar chattering, the leaves are strewn. Seems the leaves with trees will spar stirring winds as seasons swoon sips the green from nature's spoon. Such beautiful leaves, they are much more beautiful, and far.

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/26/2010 10:37:00 AM

May your week be one of good health, may your heart be full of love, and your life give you amazing inspiration for your writing. I enjoyed reading your exceptional poetry and thank you for sharing it Chad. Love, Carol

Chad Wood

Date: 10/25/2010 10:48:00 AM

I wrote this for a contest - it's three forms in one - a trois par huit, followed by a tanka, followed by a rondel. It's about the life cycle of leaves, but it's presented in a tale of sorts. The trees are beguiled by winter, who puts them under a spell causing their leaves to wither off and fall. The hero, nature, steps in to promise the trees liberation. When all the leaves are gone, and are being scattered, nature returns to fulfill his promise.