Beneath the Muted Leaves of Autumn, A Poem


I am the bud

on the edge of winter

too late to grow

and early snow

is outside threatening.

It is not that I

am willing

to surrender –

for though the days

are colder,

I must strive

to carry on,

fulfill my purpose

to arise in splendor.

Life is an opportunity

to rise

or to fail to rise

and I never would have foreseen,

winter was delayed

and it was my chance

to thrive, beneath

the muted leaves

of Autumn.


© Sumyanna 2016


Beautiful image courtesy of Morguefile (kfjmiller)





9 Comments Add yours

  1. beautiful and inspiring,i love your touch Sum,always special…love hugs


  2. This is truly beautiful – you have remarkable talent.


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Delyn Merce says:

    Oh my goodness, dear heart–this is so exquisitely beautiful…and inspiring!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much 🙂 So glad you liked it!


      1. Delyn Merce says:

        You’re welcome–I truly did 🙂


  4. I could visualize the bud braving the onset of winters


    1. Sumyanna says:

      We have that a lot here – an overlap of seasons. I know not everyone has it, but in Fall we can have an early snow and in Spring as well. The plants can prove to be rather resilient 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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