Northern Red Oaks

The northern red oaks
Shift from summer green,
Blushing in the chilled wind,
Turning slowly into bright scarlet.

I told you it was coming-
Autumn closing in,
It always does.
Yet, why are we surprised
When the heart, too, changes colours,
From sprouting summer love
To open wounds, bleeding scarlet?

Like the oak,
Slipping into its autumn dress,
Our love fades quietly,
Layer by layer,
Our leaves fall to the ground,
Leaving only bare branches.

It’s the winds of change-
Doing their due diligence.
Some leaves fall to the ground,
Meant to perish
In the cold autumn breeze.

Some leaves loosen their grip,

While others cling-
Morphing, like the northern red oaks,
Into beautiful, burning scarlet.

Reviews

[Zoa]

Wow. This is honestly so good. From line 1 to the last line, everything seemed so perfect that I had to read it at least 3 times. I loved the part where you said,
"Yet, why are we surprised
When the heart, too, changes colors,
From sprouting summer love
To open wounds..."
Hoping to read many such writings of yours.

[Omikron]

Thank you so much, Zoa! I really appreciate you taking the time to read and comment!