As winter draws near
they begin to fall
from weakening arms
dropping, one by one.
They braved the storms
the wind and rain
their beauty shone
with the rising sun.
Now crumpled and creased
it’s time to let go
time to accept
the journey is done.
Another falls
so softly to the ground
tears are shed
a battle is won.
Love Alison x
Poem: ‘So softly they fall. By Alison Fielding
Through rose tinted glasses. 
Reblogged this on Another Picture On The Wall and commented:
Alison captures so well that feeling I get from looking at a solitary leaf of autumn. When you realize that the fallen leaf eventually decays and contributes to the soil which supports a new tree with its own leaves, it is all rather miraculous.
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Thankyou and thankyou for sharing it . It is all rather wonderful.
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You catch the changes of autumn well in this poem!
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Thankyou christy. Will be moving onto winter soon.
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Here, in our part of Canada, our autumns are bright and colourful, showing why our national symbol is the maple leaf. Autumn is such a beautiful time, with the weather not too hot or too cold and dearly loved by our Pomeranian Pack. I always feel a bit sad though, because I know the cold winter winds are not far behind, but as someone stated, it is really a new beginning for the leaves.
Loved your poem … Brenda
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Sounds wonderful, and thankyou for reading and enjoying it. ….Alison
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