Leaves Poems - Poems about Leaves

Why is Sumner such a short time, just getting started then running into half past summer. July seems to be the half way mark, August is almost here. August will turn into September then into October, then fall will be here. Fall with cooler days, a pretty carpet of colorful leaves covering the ground....

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nippy gust of wind toying with crisp autumn leaves vortex of a squall...

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A tree birthed in girl's heart behind the window Wherever, however, old Aspens are made — And God was in green's time, Christ coming in gold. The solo leaf that before my look just swayed — She dropped in the dark, though would her lost life grow. While at Autumn's end, I remember her shade — Tree limbs...

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I didn't call him, just as the wind doesn't ask permission to caress the rusty leaves, I sat there, crushing the day in my palms like an old parchment of forgotten memories, I let the water boil, and the shadow of the apple tree poured stories onto the tired grass, He came unannounced, like an echo from another...

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I woke this morning to the thick breath of heat, a humid Sunday rising slow as regret. The tulip tree leaves hung there, backlit like stained glass in a forgotten chapel, and beneath the sagging feeder, a ragged pile of feathers—gray, white, brown— strewn across the grass, as though something holy had been torn apart in the night. Fox, coyote, hawk— it hardly matters. Something lived, and...

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Matsuo Basho: English translations of Haiku about autumn, fall, falling, trees, leaves, leaving, goodbye, rice, moon, moonlight, words. Reverential tears: the falling leaves bid their trees goodbye. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Plates and bowls gleaming dimly in the darkness: evening coolness. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Twice the pity: beneath the headless helmet, a chirping cricket. —Matsuo Basho, translation/interpretation by Michael R....

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I watched a leaf release its breath, A golden sigh upon the air. It tumbled softly into death, A quiet dance without despair. The wind, a gentle funeral song, Caressed it with a lover’s grace. It drifted, weightless, swept along, No bitterness upon its face. I thought of all I’ve had to leave, The hands, the homes, the hollow years. I thought of how we...

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We cling to what's fallen in the lay of layers. Leaves yield to the wind, drifting down when time's up. Pages of books flip over to pile up as what's been read. Days ripped from calendars records the passage of time spent. Musical notes strike the melodies for verses on the score. Words land on pages to craft our letters, works and poems. The lay of what...

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Wizened old lady read the leaves two taunted her, a gentle tease she heard a cough and a wheeze leaves transmogrified with a sneeze door slammed shut by a hardy breeze what do they say? asked young Louise You’ll have a good life she said with ease. Old hag who raised bullfrogs and bees....

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if a workman leaves he might be gone forever without finishing the job we had a workman who would do this If he took his tools we knew there was no predicting if he would return Today we heard our workmen leave I ran outside, my heart thumping their tools were still here I began to breathe...

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The leaves were changing as I walked my way, All different colors they were today. I felt a calm presence I’ve felt before. A feeling of peace I couldn’t ignore. Colorful leaves fell from the tall oak trees, The flowers were alive with buzzing bees. The life in nature seemed a part of me. The creation from God for all...

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the dandelion weeps as a summer sun melts away each dewdrop, reflecting the morning winds resolving to accompany the hesitant chirps, songs of hope, of grace feelings whispering to the weeds… never will my heart forget the dandelion’s tears as she remembers the spring and her first encouraging petals, the glow of light on the dawn as she realizes her time is here, she is born blessed by buttery buds and healing...

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Fading gentle touch, Echoes drift like autumn leaves— Sweetness slips away. ________________________________________________________________ Author’s Note: Like autumn leaves quietly drifting away, this haiku speaks to the fading of a gentle touch. It captures that bittersweet moment when something tender slips through our hands, yet leaves behind a soft echo in the heart—a quiet trace of what once was, still lingering in...

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saturated colored l e a v e s like jewels drift on a serendipity journey skipping and l e a p i n g with no rules ...

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