I saw a tree

After digging around some of my previous work, I found a poem that I forgot about. I still really like this one, although it could use some work. I thought it would be fitting to share as we approach my favorite time of year, fall. I live in New England, so the fall foliage such an exquisite time of year and very inspiring to write about. I don't have a title for this one and I wrote it quickly without much drafting. So, take it as you will. I hope you enjoy!


I saw a tree still carrying

the burden of leaves.

Dead hanging corpses

clinging long past the autumn foliage

had fallen in coordinated beauty.

But losing time this tree held onto

it’s past in umber paper.

Written in veins of

newborn chicks,

summer sunsets, misty mornings

and it could not accept the death season.

And it could not

move on with fellow crooked, naked limbs

mirrored beside it.

So I looked at my own burdens

latched onto weighted limbs

refusing to part with them

in beauty or shortened days.

And interchangeable parts

I realized peers in

heavy coats and woolen hats

were just as naked as the trees around them.