Ghost leaves stirring on the trees
Shifting in the gentle breeze.
A brittle reminder before the freeze
Of the winter that is to come.
Early in the year they were green
Bright and vibrant, oh so clean
Shimmering with a fragile sheen
Pristine in spring.
As fall creeped in they slowly turned
Lazily, not so concerned
Losing their colour they had learned
Turning into ghost leaves.
The theme of fruitfulness and being ripe and ready to becoming empty is heavy within this poem. I felt the seasons change as well. Very creative. Love it 💫
I liked how it began and ended with ghost leaves. I like how you personify the leaves; they welcome fall knowing of what’s to come because they already when through winter in the 1st stanza.