To Come With The End of Spring

Oh, just my interpretation of the fallen leaves of autumn.

Flames are all that is left,

                 the rest are ashes

                              in their fire.

         Soon all that will remain - - -

                the cold embers of the spring.

Reviews

[JohnL]

I don't get a sense of mourning here (or with Autumn in general). I sense the rebirth of the next Spring in the ashes of the last - I've written a sonnet in my Sensual Septet about it. Something about plants budding in rebirth but poor old humanity's had it - just one turn. I suppose it is all in how you look at things. Leaves - die - fire - ash - potash - compost - roots - feed - new growth - and WOW!!! It's Spring again. I like this poem but I feel that the wording needs to be tidied up a bit. I think it is the use of 'are' in line 2. The verb I feel applies to 'the rest' (not flames) which is a singular. Seasonal change is a very profound thing and I always rejoice to see it as a subject,
John

[three]

it's a beautiful little poem. i'm still trying to decide whether or not i like spring or autumn more. talk about tough internal debate. thanks

[Emily B]

Beautiful and lovely work. :)

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a beautiful, succinct work. Quite enjoyable. Thank you for sharing. Lovely imagery.
Light,
Siddartha

[darkgurl]

This is kind of sad really, wonderfully written.....Kim

[Michael X]

capturing season in essence, the imagery creates a beautiful scene, that plays out
with passionate effect in heart, I love the word choices you use to accentuate
the meaning, as well as the descriptive nature of the creativeness.

[Wicahpi]

an unusual interpretation of autumn leaves.
i'm still tossing these words about...

[The Tao of Bri]

Vivid saddness...mourning loss...hits hard

[Daniel]

Thanks for submitting this into my contest. =D
Nice imagery. =D

Good luck!