I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .
turning lovely birches the color of the sun,
as the leaves begin to fall -
like so many teardrops.
We adored the birches,
through all the seasons,
they stood tall.
First leaves in the spring,
green summer coats,
golden in the autums
and frosted bare branches in the winter.
Through all the years they greeted us,
beautiful no matter the season,
but dreamy on frosty winter mornings,
when the branches gleamed with silver -
in the gray and misty winter glow.
I do believe they smiled,
when we would take photos,
so proud these birches seemed,
so amused if we went dancing by.
Like our love they were steadfast,
even when our footsteps no longer passed them by,
they'll be there waiting
and remembering us still.
Remembering when together we,
would pass by,
adoring these beautiful birches,
as they waved us on our way.
© 2020 Gypsy Rose Lee
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on September 18, 2020:
Lovely, Rasma! It's almost that time of year, isn't it? I so love the fall!
Chrish Canosa from Manila Philippines on September 18, 2020:
Nothing's like fantasizing a beautiful changing seasons
Played along the rhythm of a life changing seasons.
Ankita B on September 18, 2020:
Beautiful poem Gypsy. I loved it.