Picture Perfect

And because it has been suggested to me I need a new subject to write about in poetry, I decided to write about nature. More specifically, the seasons. Even more specifically, Autumn - or as the Americans call it, through the astounding observation that the leaves fall from the trees during this season, fall.

Now, now. Before you think i'm anti-American and start carpet bombing London in the hope of hitting my place of abode, I will tell you all I fully intend on marrying an American girl. Why? I don't know. It's just one of those things.

Anyway, poetry. Here it is:

Autumn's Hand

Now from us the summer departs,
Uprooting itself from upon our hearts,
For who never loved it's scenery,
with blues, and purples, and all it's greenery?

Who disliked the roses red,
And all the colours in the flower bed,
Who didn't enjoy the warmer days,
And complained against the sunny rays?

Sadly, summer can't last all the year,
For in it's place will Autumn appear,
And over the earth it will pass it's hand,
To sweep away these colours grand.

The petals have faded from the roses red,
And all of their colours the flowers have shed,
The Autumn cold replaces summer heat,
And the sky with clouds is now replete.

But all is not lost when Autumn arrives,
For under it's hand the colours still thrive,
For when colours bright are swept from the land,
They are replaced with Autumn's own brand.

Yellows, oranages and that rusty hue,
Are placed on all trees within our view,
And their leaves which fall upon the ground,
Are taken by Autumn and browned.

Look at what the Autumn has done,
To grass once scortched by Summer's sun:
Autumn has painted it green again,
And revived it with all it's rain.

Enjoy all the newness which Autumn brings,
And all the colours it puts in things,
For now it's time to welcome Autumn here,
And say farewell to summer, until next year.
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Autumn Elements

Wind in the trees,
Leaves shake and fall,
Coats ruffle, put on with ease.

Clouds in the sky,
Brown on the ground,
Fallen leaves make a rustling sound.

Scarves around necks,
Boots on feet,
Stomp in puddles on outings and treks.

Umbrellas held up,
For rain fills the air,
Falling on those caught unaware.

I like this poem, actually. It's short and to the point. And it remains true to the experiences of Autumn.
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Live for Life

When's the last time you've admired a flower,
Taken the time to enjoy a Spring shower,
Touched the mildew upon grasses green,
Amd walked under a forest's screen?
- Or was there no time, to do all these things?

Did you ever chance to see,
The meandering flight of a honey-bee,
Or watched the beauty of a setting sun,
Before the Summer's been had and done?
- Or were you too busy, to notice the scene?

Have you ever watched leaves fall on the ground,
Listened to the wind's rustling sound,
Taken the time to admire the scene,
Where Autumn's paint brush has been?
- Or was it too much to do, to glance about you?

Ever wrapped up warm as can be,
And stood at the side of a raging sea,
Or even admired the brilliant sight,
When Winter made the ground all white?
- Or were you too tired, to make such an effort?

Please take your time,
Don't rush so fast,
Admire the beauty,
Around us so vast,
For one day you'll go,
Too late to see,
The earth around you,
With all it's beauty.

Just live for life.
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The above basically means, just in case you didn't realise, open your eyes, you maniac! Too many people rushing too quickly. If you don't ever take the time to look, then how will you see? And there's so much to see, so much to notice. But it's all lost in the bustle of the day, because it doesn't even enter the minds of people to look and see.

The idea is that the first four lines of every stanza rhymes, and the last line breaks up the rhyming scheme totally. This ruins the flow of the poem, and therefore doesn't allow the reader to fall asleep in the lull of the tune, and is intended to make a little jab at the reader...it's as if the poem is saying "ha, you didn't have the time to look, did you? Of course.." in a sarcastic, dissaproving sort of way. Which should make you feel guilty.

If you found yourself saying, "actually, I did that" then that's the surest sign that you feel you could have "done that" so many more times than you did, but just didn't make the time...