Trees Left Bare In Autumn
Autumn winds keep taunting gold and russet leaves
as they cling for life to swaying branches of trees.
Each year I find it woeful, and my heart sadly grieves
when Nature strips them with a whirlwind breeze.
As they cling for life to swaying branches of trees,
my seasonal thoughts become wistful and pensive.
When Nature strips them with a whirlwind breeze,
I wonder if a maple forest finds it terribly offensive.
My seasonal thoughts become wistful and pensive,
watching withered ones swept away by Fall's breath.
I wonder if a maple forest finds it terribly offensive...
trees left bare as their offspring descend in death.
Watching withered ones swept away by Fall's breath,
I'm filled with dread as they lie lifeless on the ground.
Trees left bare as their offspring descend in death
without complaint they tumble, not making a sound.
I'm filled with dread as they lie lifeless on the ground.
Each year I find it woeful, and my heart sadly grieves.
Without complaint they tumble, not making a sound.
Autumn winds keep taunting gold and russet leaves.
September 5, 2022
“Autumn Pantoum” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2022
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