Hi again! This is a poem about how when people choose to do things, it actually has a lot of impact. The breeze that causes the leaf to fall to the river is actually the person that makes the choice, the ripples being the consequences. Additionally, it could also be interpreted as a big, inevitable change in your life, changing your life for at least a short period of time. Both ways are used. Full credit to me! If you read my poems, try and click the green flag before you read them - that's the only way they can get views and I'd love to see how many of you read my work! Thanks. Please give feedback, I'm still pretty new at this! Poem Number Eight.
An autumn pathway, Orange hues everywhere I turn, Fingers of scarlet reaching across the span of each leave, A cool breeze weaving its way through The fiery colours of the canopy above. A gentle finger of air Plucks a crimson leaf from its branch And it dances down, down, down, Until it lands, A ruby boat on the lake. Unfurling like a late spring bloom, Reaching with circular hands, The ripple glides outwards, Enveloping the leaf With ever-changing rings. Change after change, The circles expand, Decision after decision, The rings reach out, Consequence after consequence, The ripple claims a larger territory on the surface of the water, Previously unblemished, Previously smooth and carefree, Until inevitable movement and change Conquered its surface. Eventually, It will calm down. Soon, The lake will return to its state of perfection. But in this moment, This state of change, This minute of chaos and disorder, The ripple paints the crystal water, An unwanted stain on the mirror-like excellence.
