A Leaf in the Autumn Wind

This poem has death and sorrow in nature as its undertone. Human beings, in their deadly quest to sabotage nature, seldom realize that he is killing himself. This sad poem sung from the lips of a leaf in the autumn wind is a wakeup call that would shatter our deep slumber of ignorance.
This poem has death and sorrow in nature as its undertone. Human beings, in their deadly quest to sabotage nature, seldom realize that he is killing himself. This sad poem sung from the lips of a leaf in the autumn wind is a wakeup call that would shatter our deep slumber of ignorance.

I am a leaf in the autumn wind,

I swayed and rustled on the hands of my mother tree.

There were thousands of hands and millions of my kind,

We danced together in the autumn wind.

Where did I come from, I do not know,

I asked my brothers, I asked the mothers,

Neither the leaves nor the branches knew where we came and what our destiny is?

All they told was that you are the smile of nature,

For you are leaves in the autumn wind.

I bathed in the soothing sun,

I slept by the shade of moon,

Then came the grand old wind,

It was old as millennia and whispered the story of ages.

I danced, I swayed. I rustled

And I danced to the tunes of mighty winds,

It embraced the sands of time

As they whispered my secret origin

I now know I was a seed,

Was buried in the cradle of nature,

Nature’s womb held me there

Fed its breasts for this dance and sway,

Well she is the mother of all!!!

I asked the wind, I asked the sand, why nature put me here,

Where should I go from here?

“This is the place for you. And this is your destiny” they said

I looked up and down and around we,

With a heart that leapt with joy!!!

I saw the birds resting;

I saw them chirruping,

I saw the squirrels jumping a branch,

I saw the woodpecker drumming a beat,

I saw the seasons change on a chameleon skin Green, Brown and Gray.

I am here to love them; I am here to serve them,

And that is my destiny.

Sun scorched my little head,

It glistened my days and smothered my evenings,

The Moon kissed me like a fairy in a dream

Then she kissed my little swaying head.

I swelled in pride, I burst in joy

So were my brothers in far far trunks,

We were destined to dance in the autumn wind.

I grew a little, grew a little, grew a little more,

Each day made me broader still,

I could shake my hands with wind and embrace the sands of time,

For they were my friends and bought stories from far of lands,

They whispered a story of ages,

And mourned a tale of drought and loss.

The winds just cried and the sparrows wept,

I was stunned to see the tears they kept,

I don’t know why, I don’t know why,

The breeze was hurt and dust was sore,

Though the world around was a heaven in store.

The day came with some men in arms,

Not one or two but five with axe,

They tied my mother, they cut my brothers,

I knew by then how weak I was.

I saw my kith weep then shout and fall,

Ears exploded with their desperate wisps,

My world so serene flipped to deadly hell,

And my heart just missed a little beat.

I called the wind of ages;

I called the sands of time,

But they were gone and no one came.

What was left was the silence of the lame.

I remember them telling me,

You are everything what you see

You are the cloud, you are the air,

You are the rain, and the mighty sun that glare

But now I know; now I know

I am just a leaf in the autumn wind.

Desperation tore my heart in two,

And tears welled and in my eyes,

I asked the Nature “Mother, I gave them shade, and they cut with spade…

I gave them life, and they burn with fire

I played with them in joyous times,

I rustled and sang for their happy times

Why then this betrayal? Why then this betrayal?”

The shade was me, the wind was me,

And the grand monsoon rain was me,

The life and strength of Mother Nature was me,

But now…

I am betrayed and I am withered and weak,

My end has come and my time is up.

A sharp pain rose through my nerves,

Like a deadly cut it serves.

The last of cuts will bleed for sure.

I looked around with dying eyes,

And I was the lone leaf now in that tree.

And there I fell and wisped through the air,

I saw dust, I saw the Sun,

I saw and felt that searing pain,

And then the hollow face of a man with gain.

He lacked the sorrow and was far from sane,

Around me I watched Mother Nature slain.

My destiny served, my life severed,

Is there a meaning in cry for my revenge?

Even my death is a gift for some,

So be it, so be it, so be it

But what can I do, what can I do

Than cry like a song in sorrow

What more could I do, how less could I feel

I’m only a leaf in the autumn wind.

– A poem by Srinath Krishnamoorthy

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  1. Great subject. I really enjoy poetry that employs personification and many others do too. I’d suggest you break the piece into stanzas to increase general readability. 4-line stanzas would work really well to help tighten your image by helping you focus the meter.

    The line “the smile of nature is a standout” but what is it about leaves falling in autumn that would indicate nature is smiling? I tend to associate autumn with nature hunkering down in preparation for winter – and not altogether pleasant to watch. Seems that spring and summer seasons ring in my mind more as nature smiling.

    “I now know I was a seed” – the metaphor here may be getting mixed as leaves are not usually seeds – and though I understand where you’re heading it may not be necessary to your poem to mix the metaphor in this way.

    I enjoyed the ecstatic epiphany found in lines 25-34 but would recommend removing the first-person pronouns to emphasize the lack of separation between subject and object, like so:
    “This is the place for you. And this is your destiny” they said
    Up and down and around we,
    With a heart that leapt with joy!!!
    Birds resting;
    Chirruping,
    Squirrels jumping a branch,
    Woodpecker drumming a beat,
    The seasons change on a chameleon skin Green, Brown and Gray.
    To love; To serve,
    And that is destiny.”

    Lastly, I’d consider: is not the leaf in the autumn wind also the men that felled the trees? And, if so, how do you reconcile that observation within your presentation of the dilemma?

    Great stuff here to work with. Best of luck whipping it into shape.

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