Autumn Colours

By Ed Crane

Mon, 31 Oct 2016
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While trees bordering the Potomac

turn their greens to fire and golden

leaves of Oak and Elm are released 

to dance on Pennsylvania Avenue or

flutter past the windows of muffled

Georgian terraces - the colors this fall

are red and blue - Willow Oaks weep

by the famous pool reflecting values

falling with their weary leaves. Decay

of honesty; respect; integrity; truth.

Well may Lincoln ask how many seasons

until these precious seeds flower again.

 

(Photo of the Lincoln Memorial overlooking the Reflecting Pool thanks to Dreamstime)  

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Oh, I do like this. Simple and short verbal picture and message. And we all need to take to heart that the seeds of honesty; respect; integrity; truth, are the things that work, in the long run. Rhiannon

 

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Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Ed,

you've captured the beauty and essence of a place I shall probably never get the chance to see in real life.

There's such a strong sense of patriotism to this writing. I especially loved the last two lines which sum up the poem nicely.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

This is not so much about patriotism as the awful way this election is being fought by two of the most undeserving people for such an important place in this beautiful city and this beautiful World.

 

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Apologies for my incorrect understanding of your poem Ed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I don't think you were far out in your interpretation, I was comparing the beautiful spectacle of autumn's decay and rebirth with, what some think, is the decay and (hopefully) the rebirth of the values of democracy.