Come Fall

I sit beneath this beautiful tree
hugging my flexed knees
and watch the colors.
Colors that blind you in the sunshine
the yellows
the reds
the maroons
and the orange~~
Like Indian brides
the trees stand bejeweled wearing their colors.

Slowly, one by one
the colors get plucked out
and the jewels cascade down
I listen to the gossip
of the falling leaves
seeing, feeling,
knowing all the pain
and the separation anxiety
a tree must feel, come fall.

What pain
a tree must
feel
come fall!

©ZSA Oct 2014.

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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13 Responses to Come Fall

  1. Humor_Me_Now says:

    I am like that tree–falling apart. lol

    Beautiful poem, Dr. Zakiah!!!

  2. I love this, SweetZ!!! Perfect poem! I’ve thought about that…even wrote a poem once about what a leaf might be thinking/feeling this time of year. I find it kinda’ sad, but beautiful. I think about the tree, too, of course.
    But then I am happy when I think about how the leaves nourish the earth…and new life appears in the Spring. 🙂 The trees will all be dressed up and accessorized in the Spring! 🙂
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  3. neegee says:

    Like a bareness of the soul, that is trees in winter, waiting for spring to come again. I feel with trees as well. Great poem.

    • Zakiah says:

      Knowing you and your earthy disposition to life and all the living creatures, I think I know how you feel about the trees Judith. When the trees bare their souls to the harshness of winter, they look so vulnerable, don’t they?

  4. sunsetdragon says:

    Beautifully written.

    • Zakiah says:

      Thank you for finding me amidst all the chaos of Xanga and wordpress, and taking time to comment. I hope you know that I appreciate this tremendously.

  5. rudyhou says:

    beautiful. this actually reminds me of a short poem i wrote back in high school. my very first attempt on a poem in an english class for international students, back when i attended a school in australia. my first experience on foliage left me in awe of the beauty and the extreme opposite climate difference from where i grew up in indonesia. and so when the assignment for the class was to write a poem/short story, i tempted an effort on the falling of a leaf in autumn. for the life of me i can’t remember the lines that i wrote. now i wished i had saved a copy of it. but i do remember my teacher praised it. that made me smile for the whole day, and i remember the experience until now.

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