The tree does bend as winds do blow
A chill December air,
And yet a lonely leaf remains
Upon the dormant bough,
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this poem reminds me a lot of the poem that was written by george orwell in keep the aspidistra flying... brilliant
to catch it when it falls........ a lonely leaf, old and tired blowing in the wind You capture loneliness so well here.. Ruthy
great poem..a patience to wait to come by/fall to your hand...well penned... Ency Bearis
You see your world through a poet's eye and bring it to your reader with skill and warmth. The image you describe is such a simple one and yet it has the power to evoke complex emotions of angst and regret. Your poetic craft grows every time I read your work. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Andrew, are you related to ROBERT FROST? ? This is so sad, so gentle, so filled with a gray sky and one lonely leaf hanging on its last leg... How very poetic you have made this, but then all your writtings are so pasionate.... Very good my friend another great one from a great one.... Bonnie
Well done dear fellow-poet Andrew Blakemore. You became one with the lonely leaf. And what an end! ! ! Catching it in your hand whin it will be falling. Thanks for sharing. I give it a 10+. I enjoyed the verses. Thanks God, with the leaf in your hand, you are not alone. A poet, holding his poem (leaf) in his hand, is never alone
Keen observation of Nature! Don't worry here is another leaf giving you company at this time!
Very good, sounds like Oliver Wendell Holms and the Last Leaf of Summer. (If I should live to be/ The last leaf upon the tree/In the spring/Let them laugh as I do now/ At the old forgotten bough/ Where I cling.) Read mine - Of Dandelions and Tears - Adeline