Leaves

An incisive, ominous wind comes on an autumn day to shake the trees of what they hold on to.
They reminisce to summer where they were green and full of life,
not shaken not stirred by the wind; but now nostalgic of that time.
In summer they are benevolent towards the wind, for they are rooted deep.
Contemptuous they have become now that fall has come, contempt towards the wind.
They feel pretentious in summer when their green luster can be seen by all, but fall changes the trees,
leaving them insipid and lifeless by winter.
Now it is winter and they are all gone, the trees are morose and grey.
The sky is somber, and the trees grave in their thought. But pensive thoughts transpire in hope of spring
and sun.
 

Todays poetry contest submission was written by Landon Belcher.

 

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