The Leaves Are Slowly Turning Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

The Leaves Are Slowly Turning

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The leaves are slowly turning
As September slips away,
Now soon the chill of wintertime
Will yield those skies of grey,
When cold winds blow the leaves will fall
And frosts shall grip the night,
Then dawn will wake in silence
And shall wear a cloak of white.

Now as the woodland turns to gold
And sap begins to dry,
The last days of the autumn glow
That soon shall fade and die,
As nature sleeps and will not stir
Till March does yield a thaw,
I cannot wait to see again
The arrive once more.

When flowers bloom within the sun
And winter does depart,
Then I shall see the blossomed boughs
A sight to warm my heart,
But yet that time does seem so far
So many months ahead,
For scattered all around me now
The leaves are lying dead.

I look upon those ghostly trees
With branches lean and bare,
Now soon the ice shall grip the land
And with it bring despair,
A cold wind blows the night grows dark
As stars do shine above,
My dream shall be of daffodils
And season that I love.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joseph Poewhit 07 January 2009

Very soft poem of natures beauty.

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Vaibhav Pandey 07 January 2009

very nice images painted in this poem... excellent work.

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Bob Blackwell 07 January 2009

Lovely description of the changing seasons. Without the winters chill would we appreciate as much the new beginnings of spring.

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Kesav Easwaran 21 January 2009

sweet rhyming and rhythmic, Andrew...beautiful nature portrait in words...as always...10

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Duncan Wyllie 17 January 2009

When cold winds blow the leaves will fall And frosts shall grip the night, Then dawn will wake in silence And shall wear a cloak of white. Wonderful writing again from you Andrew, crisp, clear, emotional Love duncan X

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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 17 January 2009

that poem brought the cycle of seasons in picture..lovely 10

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Bonnie Collins 09 January 2009

Andrew, it is as if you looked into my heart, and saw my description of how I feel when the fall approaches winter.... Very brillantly done and filled with all the colours of fall, and the very sadness that winter has to offer. Your imagery here really touched my heart...... Bonnie

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Lynda Robson 07 January 2009

A wonderful poem Andrew, the changing seasons and the wonders of nature so well depicted in this piece, I look forward to seeing this in your book, 10 Lynda xx

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