The colors of fall inspire a sense of belonging. (Form: Free Verse) |
The Colors of Fall Interlaced branches shred the sunlight; half-naked arms reaching upward; autumn has come. Intricate weavings cling high above, a kaleidoscope of muted hues in the colors of fall. The wind picks up a vagrant touch of red and gold and I watch it dance across the path. Remnants of birth ... remnants of life ... deserted nests. A dark tincture on the brittle field among the iridescent leaves - once a passageway to safety now a bedroom door for whatever sleeps below. Warm yellows and greens have melted away with the season's change; embellished autumnal shades cover the nurturing breast of nature as it withers, awaiting renewal. In the quiet isolation I listen. The wind strums the dry leaves, a rustling song arises. This is the planet of my birth; this is my home, my earth. I feel her holding me; I feel I belong; I feel... ...home. Notes An entry in "SENIOR CENTER FORUM" [ASR] Prompt: "Colors of Fall" (Must be used as title and in poem) Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even praise - are all equally welcome. Ken |