Leaves Fall...A Triple-tribute to Fall (and Falling Leaves)

Soon, soon the naked branch will be the only proof of you

Moments, they never idle; thinning gold on azure blue

In leaves that fall; the muted madrigal of midnight’s choir

Will slumber soon beneath the tune of wind through stricken spire

Leaves fall; a quiet winnowing of lazy summer days

And hours filled with wondering before we parted ways

No sound at all and yet the lea of grassy-meadow green

Is tucked beneath an unstitched quilt of tattered gabardine

And do you have a mother’s heart, oh, leafless, longing tree?

…and do you feel a tugging smart as each leaf is set free?

And are those really leaves that fall or here and there a tear

As you, like mothers do, recall days now far-gone yet near

Leaves fall; and who can thwart the call of Majesty and hours

No one usurps the Hand that holds the heart and soul of flow’rs

Leaves fall like golden snowflakes; prelude to what is to come

Leaves fall; we shuffle through Time’s golden halls to home, sweet Home

© Janet Martin

“You should write a poem about leaves falling” hubby remarked casually yesterday when the air was all a-flutter with leaf butterflies.

So, here’s to hubby’s request!

The Fall of Fall

The fall of fall is quite the thing of beauty to behold

And not at all like the First Fall in ancient days of old

The fall of fall begins with strings of russet tinted nod

Before the outpouring of scarlet fills the hills with…God

The fall of fall evokes within us all a sense of loss

While drawing admiration from the worldly crowd of us

Earth’s brawn and beauty battles on a salient of sod

While we with gaping mouths witness a wonder-glimpse of…God

The fall of a fall is nature’s madrigal; her poetry

A froth of pungent whispers on a lonesome, leaf-tossed sea

Where we set sail upon a frigate laden with the laud

Of living proof that there is no one who can outdo…God

The fall of fall is like a shawl thrown on earth’s shoulders stooped

Beneath the care that it must bear of faith, folly and fruit

Then, soon the fall of fall will still; its barren woodwork shod

With petals filled with promise and the handiwork of… God

© Janet Martin

Leaves Fall But… that’s not All

Leaves fall but that’s not all

The bark that birthed the bloom

That bore the yield of limb and field

Is Mother Nature’s womb

Each leaf is like a note

Of proof that God exists

Beneath the bark beginnings spark

While winter writhes and twists

The eulogy of June

Caught in a tomb of Past

Is nothing more than the Before

Where summer fades too fast

Oh, do not weep, the leaves

Though now they stilly fall

Is but the Must of dust to dust

And Autumn’s curtain call

Leaves fall but that’s not all

Soon barren boughs will bend

With calliope of bloom and hope

When springtime comes again

© Janet Martin