Autumnal tidyings..

Whilst out for a stroll, if truth be told
when first, I sensed, somber news
she's going away, no more to stay
ne'er again, shall we schmooze

The gentle RUSTLE of mighty trees
their REDDISH-BROWN leaves
like falling tears, sign of season's change
head bowed, I sank to my kness

My heart now low, why would she go
glancing above, I think aloud
has she met another, a secret lover
my implore to a passing cloud?

Is silence GOLDEN? Nay, an eerie calm
except SYCAMORE sentinels
the quiet whispers of tall brothers, sisters
their voices like a confessional....

" To every man a woman, to every woman a man
   law of the land, Mother-Nature's crave
  some meant for eachother, destined to be lovers
  go seek her, fortune favours the brave!" 

      (Definitions of schmooze:
      noun:   an informal conversation)

Author's Note

Go for it

Reviews

[Lorry]

Ahh, the seasons they do change. signalling moving ever forward only to repeat again, just as we get used to the last.. with the exception of winter which we never get used to.
Does it feel to you too that those reddish brown leaves will not be seen again for at least another quarter eternity?
If only we could hibernate, eh? 😀

[Tom]

Yes indeed so and thanks for stopping by, winter well poet friend!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I always found autumn the best time for love...the surroundings, the crisp temperatures.
I do like conversational poetry...
j.

[Tom]

Thank you Jacob, and yep, I so agree!

[Chris Shaw]

I liked very much those whispering trees in their autumnal setting Tom. And of course the advice offered, spot on. Courage needed, where there is doubt. Some things are worth fighting for.

fortune favours the brave

Good to find a new poem posted from you. All good wishes.

Chris

[Tom]

Thank you Chris, wonderful comment!