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This poem is about the changing of seasons and the beautiful colors of fall. The falling of leaves and the beauty of the blankets they weave on a forest floors. This transition of life is much the same as our own as we move through our life phases. In metaphorical sense, relish in today's beauty, this beauty bestowed upon us by Mother Nature

The Turning of Leaves

“The Turning of Leaves”

While walking down a 
Forest trail
I came upon
A most beautiful sight 								 

Much to my delight 
A forest floor covered
In multitudes
Of yellows, oranges, 
And crimson reds. 

Fluttering about on a chiffon breeze    
These jewels from summer’s past fell
Stitching blankets for queens
As they lie in midnight dreams
 
I stopped along this forest path
To claim a few and marvel at
This palette of beauty unseen 
Just days before. 

I reach to fill my arms
With their beautiful hues 
And musky scents.
A gift to my lover
For her intimate desires     

As I reach 
I hear a rustling 
Beneath my feet. 
So lovely a voice
It spoke to me
As in a lullaby.

“Please let me be 
I’m here to please.”

I’m soon to drift asleep
Under these blankets of 
Majestic hues. 

Much like you
I’ll awaken one day 
To greening vales,
Flowering meadows, and
The new birth of these forest trees     
Of 
Maples, Oaks and Aspen leaves.

Treasure this Treasure.
As you contemplate your Greystone Years  
You’ll drift through life’s many doors.
Many wars and relentless fears,
Many dreams and newborn themes,
Many leaves you will have turned,
And many springs yet to come  

You’ll ask
Why isn’t the world as pretty as this scene?

autumnbeautifulemotionslifenaturefree verse

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