~
I hold in my hand
a leaf of the maple,
dropped twixt
a Summer
and Fall.
It’s colors
have changed
to red, green,
and orange.
None others
to be found here
at all.
This leaf,
in itself,
is a leaf
O, so special!
One leaf
well ahead
of its time –
The first leaf
of it’s kind,
the first one
to fall;
the confluence
of circumstance,
chaotic disorder,
it is what it is,
is all.
© Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
Revised 20 May 2014.
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I have to smile….I just posted a poem about early changes in the maple outside our window. :0) Like it!
Very nice, what begins as a reflection, spawned from a tactile response, really turns into a really nice finely detailed observation, which then opens up a door for some speculation. The final stanza is brilliant, absolute love it. Very good write, thanks for the read
nah its more than that…its a little bit of art…and that is what i love of this season…the change, the colors….ahhh….it always takes one to leap first…
it is what it is…and it is much more than a leaf…a piece of art, an ambassador, a metaphor…enjoyed this marvin
I love the colors of fall… and the last stanza really stands out to me.
and it is beautiful.
it is was it is and that’s all – I like that. It could be said of many things including humans 😉
The “is what it is” is very charming. You set the leaf up for its poetic moment–and then let it go! Like fall.
What a lovely poem!
Beautiful. 🙂 I enjoyed reading.
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an oldie…..