FALL

 

The colors prettify the Season

Many leaves, but no flowers,

Who knows the Nature reason,

When it gives that sort of empowers,

 

Perhaps a renewed coming fashion

Allowing the forest a clothes changing

Waiting Halloween with real passion

While their leaves get falling.

 

Trees painted from gold to red

And the wood becomes full of tones.

However, the wind put down on the stones

Each leaf it faces in the path ahead.

 

Then a big change happens at last

Leafless branches appear in the night

As ancient fingers coming from the past

Hurt the Moon, but do not stop the moonlight.

 

Enzo and Vovô Joffre.

 

 

This poem was inspired by little poetic verses created by my grandson, ENZO, when he was talking to his lovely and amazing Grand Mother Liliana.

 

They are:

 

“The trees change the clothes waiting for Halloween”.

 

“The leafless branches are hurting the Moon”.