Once upon a time, the year fell.
The leaves turned yellow
The trees wore gaudy clothes to tell
Every young and happy fellow
That the year fell.
Oh, it had not died
It only fell down in shades of bright
It was not sad nor cried
But laughed through the windy night
Because the year fell.
It shouted one last time
It shined its blue sky
It pranced to the rhythm and rhyme
It swung its arms dry
As the year fell.
And then,
In a whimper,
It clouded darkly all around
It lost its rowdy temper
And sifted silent snow to the ground
When the year fell.
I went through great lengths to procure this picture: running barefoot, jacket-less outside at night in the cold as it rained. The adventures of a stupid photographer.
Well, the picture was worth it. You're a poet and you don't know it! (or maybe you do. ;) ). I really like this poem. I don't know what it is about it but it's nice!!
ReplyDeleteHoney, it's about fall! Yeah, I guess I'm not much of a poet.
DeleteIt's basically telling about how the leaves change and the weather changes in fall. It's a beautiful and happy time, and then it ends in winter.
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