The Fall Of A Crimson Leaf Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Have you not ever be amazed at the fall of a crimson leaf
How your heart feels a languid, gnawing suffocating grief
At summer decline watch the leaf as it falls down in slow spiral motion
How your heart rebels against these saddening emotions


As it joins its spread over, the waving in the wind clan
Helpless, you would want to prevent it as much as you can
Yet the gray golden Autumn is back in full reign
The fall of a leaf; a herald to cold Autumn and dumping rain



Cold damp frigid Autumn night grips the roads around the ranch
In the middle of the garden dark, trunk piling tattered wood
A folded crimson leaf is wooed from out its root
With wind rising and gusting upon the barren branch


It floats and falls down to the dark dreary air
And now bouncing between barren boughs in a macabre dance
To the sound of the music of the whispering wind there
As it is traced by an inquisitive wide staring awl glance


This crimson spotted yellow leaf joins its clan
That dances as often as dance it can
To be a member of a back choir hissing leaves at the curb
Of deserted streets in a slumbering city suburb


When the dark night pall on the deserted world falls
The whirling moaning winds woo the windows of your chamber
Against the wet dump with thicket moss walls
The leaves glitter against the window glass as precious amber


And how the swift beat of the brain falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn the skies turn dark at the fall of the first leaf
Have you known not? and how the chief
Of people joy seems to be pale; inhibited with pain


Watch the ominous skies and listen to the moaning wind
The fall of the leaf; how the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bend and bound up at length for the season harvesting,
And how death everywhere seems a comely thing
Ah, Autumn at the fall of the first leaf


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