Fall
I am the leaves
falling from the trees
crushed beneath your feet without a second thought
I am nothing to you
you do not gather me
and save me
you allow me to float on the breeze
hither and yon
coming to rest under long dead peony bushes
I sing songs
and recite poetry of a season
which passes too quickly
but you do not stop to listen
for you are preoccupied
with thoughts of flowers your mind deems more beautiful than me
Lovely poem about Fall and leaves! Enjoy your imagery and personification!
Thank you! And thanks for reading!
You’re welcome! I’m currently hosting a poetry contest you might want to submit to
You are the leaves blazing with all colors