I was the maple
green, strong, making food from light,
Then came the changes.
Longer nights chilled me,
what cold did change, color and more,
Called forth a new me.
Who am I now, tree?
Or a lone leaf? One of many,
Many leaves falling.
Yes, falling alone,
Under this tree gathering,
Until the wind comes.
Copyright 2013 Brenda Davis Harsham
How pretty! I really love those colors.
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Thanks! I love this time of year.
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Utterly beautiful, Brenda.
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Aww, thanks.
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Beautiful x
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Thanks!
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a wonderful metaphor for life
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And families. 🙂 And America. Thanks for noticing the metaphor.
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A change is good – sometimes traumatic, or tedious and difficult, but always leads to greater things!
I love this poem – very thought provoking – an pictures too! 😀
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Change is confusing, but results in a brand new you. I like that, that we all have second chances. And third… 🙂
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Perfect Fall Haiku, great pics too!!
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Thanks. Fall is a bittersweet, fleeting time. So glorious when the trees outshine the flowers, then they are all gone.
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The process is captured in a delightful way! Thanks for this fall haiku and sending you a smile for it!
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Sending you a smile back! Have a great weekend! Hope you don’t have to work! Brenda
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Wonderful colours and a great viewpoint for your poem. I imagine myself looking far up into the trees. 🙂
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Thanks, I like to do that sometimes. So magical with the sun peeking through.
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Very nice! Wonderful progression of words and images!
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Thanks!
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Wooohooooo! I wrote a maple leaf-ish haiku today tooowooowooooo!
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Very cool, I like yours, too. 🙂
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I became that Maple Tree… That is excellent writing!
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Thanks! You always say the nicest things!
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i mean them… 🙂
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🙂
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Poor little leaf. Great haiku.
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Thanks. 🙂
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Great imagery. Love this.
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Thanks, Professor!
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