October Leaves

They say that everything changes
People–they come and they go
Seasons are earth-moods
Like phases we live through
And sometimes we just cannot know

They say that nothing is certain
Life is not quite what we plan
Dying and taxes
The world on it’s axis
Will fumble the dreaming of man

October leaves
Moves like the trees
Comes in with color
And falls with the breeze

October leaves
And I still believe
Things will be better
When we can be free

I’ve heard that rules are for breaking
Skies are not limits at all
I’m not the seasons
And I have my reasons
To hold on much longer than fall

I’ve heard that leaves are for turning
But I have no turning to do
I may be left here
But I’ll do my best, dear
To keep my heart anchored to you

October leaves
Moves like the trees
Stealing the sunshine
And painting the east

October leaves
But it’s not like me
I can brave winter
And last through the spring


23 responses to “October Leaves

    • October holds a lot of memories for me. I just thought that the concept of “leaves” and different usages of the word could work to express the contrast of things that change and of commitment and how there is a place for both. Hopefully that made sense

      • I’m so sorry my reward is taking so long… I’m trying to perfect it so that it will be worth your win. 🙂

      • Okay… It’s ready! I’m sorry it took so long… I ended up not having access to a medium that would allow me to post it. But I hope you enjoy it!

        Nothing is as it seems
        When you’re living in a memory
        Pulled apart at the seams
        When you’re living in a memory

        Back to the place where minds are read
        I am Living in a memory
        Sharing secrets and turning red
        I am living in a memory

        Without trying it’s where my mind goes to
        Into the memories
        And I wonder are you there too
        Into the memories

        It’s nothing money can buy
        To be living in my memories
        I’m not noticing life go by
        Because I’m living in my memories

        The fall brings again the scents
        That are strait from my memory
        People don’t think that it makes sense
        That I’m living in my memory

        It’s a replay by the hour
        A replay of the memories
        I can’t help but think of our
        Beautiful, wonderfully perfect memories ❤

      • I wish I were as talented as you. I wish I could return the favor that you do for me. Thank you for your kind words. <3333

  1. That is an epic poem , it flows , it reads rhythmicly it sounds like music when spoken . It speaks volumes about you and if ever you need a poem to enter for a competition or an exam consider this . It is a winner it is beautiful.

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