End Days


She’s starting to falter.

Colours less vivid;


as vibrancy leaves her.

Reflections of Autumn

fading and wasting,

losing defences;

the job of dying commences.

Cold days arrive

as she fights to survive;

shedding last remnants,

she shivers.

Saplings getting stronger –

surround her.

Shielding and warming,

hoping to restore.

Wind is howling

a farewell swan song;

echoes around them –

She has gone.



Saplings are growing –

on soil she rests upon.

She’s nourishing,

feeding them;

and so she lives on.


I think we all live on in the people we leave behind – family, friends and even casual acquaintances. We hold on a to a little part of everyone we meet.

In response to the daily word prompt shiver

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33 thoughts on “End Days

  1. The death of autumn leaves provides a wonderful metaphor …and yes, they provide nutrients for future plans, just as each of us (hopefully) lives on as influence/inspiration for those we leave behind.


  2. I like this poem. My uncle and I used to take trips to L.A. to sell tobacco products and sometimes he would say completely random things. One day we were on the highway and he said simply, “We have to leave pieces of ourselves everywhere.” I like to ponder on that sometimes and tis poem made me think of that.

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