winter’s first touch
caught autumn
mid-blaze
copses
of aspens
ginkos
and maples
all radiant
in their stoles
of gold
and red
were heavy wet
with snow
it collected
on the leaves
and boughs
and bent branches
and bushes
some snapped
and shattered
across roads
days later
it rained
and rained
and rained
but most
of the color
still held
only now
do the leaves
finally weaken
release
and blunt
into rust
last night
the full moon
tiptoed
through the empty trees
dabble in madness
doubt yourself
its ok
just remember
to return
meet the day
and breathe
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 7:03 PM UTC
winter’s first touch
caught autumn
mid-blaze
copses
of aspens
ginkos
and maples
all radiant
in their stoles
of gold
and red
were heavy wet
with snow
it collected
on the leaves
and boughs
and bent branches
and bushes
some snapped
and shattered
across roads
days later
it rained
and rained
and rained
but most
of the color
still held
only now
do the leaves
finally weaken
release
and blunt
into rust
last night
the full moon
tiptoed
through the empty trees
dabble in madness
doubt yourself
its ok
just remember
to return
meet the day
and breathe
Request permission to use this poem