Falling Leaves (Poem)

[Romelia]

Falling Leaves

The Sweet dank earth,
With winters chill clung to the breeze.
Inward we now look; inward its does not freeze.
Our thoughts at rest, our hearts are at ease.

A time to take stock; on what has been reaped.
A time of transition as day turns to night.
It’s the time of our Ancestors,
The time we unite; among autumns falling leaves.


Claudia Romelia Blake

[Arden]

The first line sets a tone of pensivity (is that a word) and reflection. Thank you.

[Kat Lady]

A time of transition...

Wonderfully put! Thank you!

[SidheAingeal]

Beautiful imagery.

Angel

[Robb Hawklord]

It certainly puts the Samhain into Autumn, you have captured the essence of both in such a short, but marvellous piece

Hawky