Leaves you waiting.
The Sun sits snug in a foggy glove,
And as winds breathe, chills ensue.
June had summer's warmth and love,
what does October have without you.
Leaves! You waiting for whom?
Spill rich palettes of gold and red;
Each colored leaf is a flower abloom!
Before you plummet into a rustling bed,
Add some life to our menacing gloom.
Leaves, you waiting for whom?
Nights stretch to usher dark ages,
Warm countrysides visibly branched.
The yearbook parading yellow pages,
and all colored seasons now blanched,
leaves you waiting for whom?
Fallen medallions and empty naked woods,
puncture hopes and prick as splinters.
The reign of a gelid lord in white hoods,
and bleak, dead nights of long winters,
leaves you waiting for whom?
- end -
Background:
An imploration to leaves to turn to flowers, and let autumn come by, turns awry as soon enough winter comes over. What kept the leaves from blooming? And what does winter leave you waiting for?
The poem uses alternate rhyming scheme, while 'Leaves' appears as a homograph. The punctuation is slightly modified in each of the refrain.
