Autumnal

The trees, still green, now seem forlorn.  They droop beneath
A steady rain.  October's nearly over, and it's clear that they
Are keen to sleep until the days grow long again.  I, likewise,
Feel a bit forlorn.  What's gotten done?  What's left to do?
So little, and so many things, but I don't stir.  I sit and look out
At the steady rain.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-10-28 at 16:38

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Lawrence,

Seems that several of us here on Poetbay are feeling the coming of this autumn with deep reflection about the past and future. Your poem is lovely.

Blessings ~
Melinda
2025-10-29


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I know this feeling well, Lawrence. I think it is a strange time of year that sits least well with us as we age. Watching the rain can me meditative I find and absorbing as you look more closely and watch the effect it has on things. Blessings, Allen
2025-10-29