Analysis of Fallen Leaves
Bright, with a sharp edge
the sunlight filtered through my window.
Specks of dust danced to a silent tune,
in and out of bright shards of light.
Outside, a blackbird's song
wafts on the wind, greeting this
new morning. The wind rustles the
russet leaves, as they live their
last autumn days, some fall spiralling,
as in a free-fall polka, others gently
glided, to join old friends shuffled
where the wind would take them.
Far down the street, a man dressed in
well worn coveralls, rake in hand,
piles the golden, crimson and brown
into small piles, which are quickly alite.
Some of the braver leaves make a last
frenetic jig, not knowing that their fate
is as sure as their burning counterparts.
Rebirth is assured, from their ashes.
Scheme | ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOBPQRS |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (30%) |
Metre | 11011 01101110 111110101 00111111 11011 1101101 1100110 1011111 110111100 10011101010 10111110 101111 11010110 1110101 10101001 011111101 110101101 0101110111 111111010 011011110 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 714 |
Words | 129 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 20 |
Lines Amount | 20 |
Letters per line (avg) | 29 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 580 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 129 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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