Fall back

[Mac]

Early morning, late October,
the complaint of the night owl
grows less insistent in the woods.

The autumn leaf piles are deeper,
splashes of red, streaks of yellow
mingle with the common brown.

The wind rustles the fallen leaves,
whispers of summer's secrets left behind,
swirl like memories between the trees.

[Corwin]

I love the visuals you have created with this piece. The especially liked the last stanza. Thank you for sharing this one.

[mike poet]

That is a wonderful place to be..

[thorni whisper]

beautiful! I smell the earth

[naturalist]

ah that last stanza wraps nicely mac, well done - a pleasure to read!

[Mac]

thank you my friends, autumn is a great time when you live in the woods, lol except for raking leaves. :)

[Michael]

The wind rustles the fallen leaves,
whispers of summer's secrets left behind,
swirl like memories between the trees.

I’m in total agreement with naturalist. The quietude of summer’s fading mingled with the “secrets” it takes with it is a wonderful description.

It’s just so damn obvious that you love writing poetry, Mac. It’s exhibited in everything you write.

[Mac]

Thanks Michael, I am pretty passionate about poetry, both writing and reading. :)