December Leaves

With reds and golds and yellow hues

The autumn trees paint a vivid view

Colored leaves with beauty galore

Rainbowed carpet for forest floor

Yet, as winter’s cold begins to nip

A few will not let loose their grip

Bearing the weight of frost and snow

They hold on longer, no want to go

And as the icy winds blow the lands

Their colors fade to brown and tan

They curl and dry in November cold

No longer loved for their colors bold

Tiny soldiers fight long as they can

But death a rite of the greater plan

And when they fall, no one grieves

For the bravest of all, the December leaves

26 Responses to “December Leaves”
  1. beth says:

    awww, after all of that hanging on –

  2. I have a tree outside this bedroom window that always has one or two of those brave soldiers who are not willing to let go. One of them survived hanging on through wind and snow and only left its mother branch when spring arrived! Oh, to be that strong!

  3. Brad, the poem is so beautiful and so well written. Those last leaves.. desperate .. cold.. such an atmospheric piece.
    Have a beautiful Sunday my dear friend. 🌹🌹🌹🌹

  4. Jim Borden says:

    I’ve often looked at those last few remaining leaves and wondered what their story was. Now I know! Wonderful poem, Brad!

  5. Shanyu says:

    Just a beautiful autumn poem. You almost bring fall alive with that steady rhyme and rhythm. Commendable.

  6. petespringerauthor says:

    I couldn’t help but think of those people who live alone in the world from the line, “And when they fall, no one grieves.”

  7. Shreya Joshi says:

    Wow! I’ll never look at leaves the same way. This is truly beautiful. So meaningful. πŸ’•

  8. Beautiful depiction of the journey of dried leaves. I have many a times been fascinated by this topic, Autum, the color the fall. The way you describe a leaves journey on a tree is epic, very well written Brad 😊

  9. kristianw84 says:

    This is so beautiful!!!! 😍😍😍 A new favorite, for sure!!

  10. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    Falling leaves, dry leaves being pushed by the wind…truly an image of the fall…luckily for us here in this part of the world, our autumn comes a little bit later…great work my friend!

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