by Jennifer L Banks
When the wind blows in autumn
Much like ones heart
The leaves get carried by the wind
Some leaves are stubborn and
cling to their branches
until the last one at the very top
desperately clings, unwilling to fall
to the ground, unwilling to let go
Falling in love hurts, a beautiful spiral
All the colors of love
spiraling down to the ground
as it rushes to greet me
To be stomped on, crushed.
Raked up and burned.
So I hang here, clinging to my branch
A lone leaf, wishing that falling
wasnt so hard. Hard to leave the safety of
the trees even as winter comes.
Posted on 10/08/2007
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/09/07 at 04:03 AM|
You've reminded me again how beautiful autumn is. I like the comparison between the seasons and love. Maybe you could do a series? Just a suggestion.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 10/09/07 at 04:05 AM|
Very nicely done. Remember that love takes much trust but shouldn't be blind. Good luck and hang in there as long as you can.
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/09/07 at 01:36 PM|
Imagery here is strong and consitent and so invites a clinging to the poem as the leaf to tree. I see a close observance and identification...first inspired by that wind-heart, and then the becoming, the realization of clinging, and the trembling fear of "falling" (so apt, as it is said of both leaf and love). Nature so embraces, is, the the "beautiful spiral" and here you aknowledge that, as well as "the safety of trees"--beautifully put. Beauty is so intense that it truly makes us shiver and cling to ourselves, aknowledging that identity before...the fall--the fall into it! All this you've accomplishered here.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 10/11/07 at 02:12 PM|
A wonderful comparison.... the imagery evoked here is stunning...