I Am But An Autumn Leaf

I Am But An Autumn Leaf short poem

Uploaded by Yasmeen Khan


I’m but an Autumn Leaf
, Twirling, swirling with winds I play

And oft stirred by a squirrel’s feet
, The crowning glory now lost and sway

All my greens are now russets, yellows,
Rambling, roving in golden meadows

I sing soft songs with puffs of air
,In lingering dreams, in deepening shadows

Ere gentle rustles now raspy breaths
Once on the branch to breeze now I dance
Lost my greens but I smile in orange glow
Resting on soil’s bed in my autumnal trance

So go by the days and life of man,

A bright young leaf on a primal bough
Listens to summer tunes glistens in rains
Ripening slowly how gloriously it goes

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