Autumn Has Left Its Mark, A Poem


has left its mark

upon the horizon

where golden leaves

dance across fences.

In the wind,

They whirl and churn

in their ecstatic dance

for this is the wild abandon

of final release.

What’s done

Is done

So why not enjoy

The beauty that you reap.

The wind swirls

and then pauses


The leaves flail in her absence

No longer held in rapturous embrace,

They slumber, tumble, and fall

Some, get caught

mid-flight in fences

where cold steel grips tight

the wind picks up

and others continue the dance

until there is nothing left.

No sorrow

No song of sadness

They all are gone

But no one wept.

They leapt to their deaths

Willingly, longingly

And accepted their fate

And sometime soon,

They shall rise again

Nourishing the land

Beneath our feet

And before we know it –

It will be time again

For that final leap.


© Sumyanna 2016


7 Comments Add yours

  1. nizeyimanafabrice says:

    cheerful and beautiful piece!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so very much!


  2. Delyn Merce says:

    Wild abandon of final release….marvelous, I could feel it!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you so much Delyn! So glad you liked it (and felt it)!


    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you very much!


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