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  • By Daniel Leach

The Leaves of Summer

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The leaves of Summer never were so fair

As now, by dying season’s light they’re kissed,

September’s melancholy, golden mist

Descends like dreams so richly everywhere,

That I forget that I, like they, must die.

And drinking in, like mellow wine, the day,

Its glorious moment ripe, will fade away

Upon the morrow, and with them will lie

In brown and withered peace upon the ground.

But now, how lustily their colors cling,

And how enchanting is their rustling sound,

As to the fading evening sky they sing!

My spirit is with theirs forever bound,

Forever for one moment lingering.

Daniel Leach is a poet living in Houston, Texas. He has spent much of his life fighting for the ideals of classical culture and and poetry. His volume of poetry, compiling over 20 years of composition, is entitled "Voices on the Wind."


Anna Rudchenko
Anna Rudchenko

It is so daintily written.



I love the nod to Keats, but besides that, this poem develops that whispered theme from his ode: "I forget that I, like they, must die." We've come to Virgil's metaphor of the leaves! Live while you may, because life is beautiful. A lovely, haunting poem.



Here we have a masterpiece written by a true master of poetry. The use of language and imagery is sublime. In this poem, Mr. Leach touches upon the most universal theme of all: mortality. I try to select my favorite lines, but alas, I find myself unable to so because I would have little choice but to reproduce the entire poem. Daniel Leach must surely go down in history as one of the greats.

- Shannon

David Gosselin
David Gosselin

I agree that this is a rather timeless piece!

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