The Leaves are Withering

On By Veera


A poem:

The leaves are withering,
They look pale and brown,
They lie lifeless figures,
Scattered, at sundown.

Their branches quietly mourn
The loss of their children,
Desolate pieces of wood
Old and abandoned.

The trees seem quite strange,
By day, they appear listless,
But come dusk, become frightened,
Fearing the darkness.

The forests may seem green,
For in silence, they lose life,
Their littered paths bespeak
The feared advance of strife.

Few bear the courage
To remain unmoved,
Spots of greenery amidst
A sea of sepia hue.

The leaves are withering,friend,
Autumn is transcending,
The trees stand afraid,
For winter is approaching.

-The Forgers of Fantasy

This was penned as a metaphor for the advent of bad times, how most react frightened, while few are brave enough to face their troubles. This was also penned for DVerse OLN. You can access it at https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/29/openlinknight-324/

For more such poems, refer The Forgers of Fantasy

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