Analysis of Orange Leaves
I still dream of long, beaten pathways
With orange leaves on sand and stone;
The smell of the rain, and its soft kiss upon me;
The chill of winter creeping into my bones.
And there's still time for long, quiet wanderings,
And hopes climbing high, like the clouds from my cup.
The withered, white light of these soft, dewy mornings--
The fog closing in that opens me up.
I still dream of long, beaten pathways
With orange leaves on sand and stone;
The smell of the rain, and its soft kiss upon me;
The chill of winter creeping into my bones.
You are the leaves, spilled paint on concrete.
I am my bones; I cannot escape.
I travel this path in continuous autumn,
But winter is here now and taking its shape.
Scheme | ABCDefefABCDghih |
---|---|
Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11111101 11011101 011010111011 01110100111 01111110100 01101101111 010111111010 0110011011 11111101 11011101 011010111011 01110100111 110111101 111111001 110110010010 11011101011 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 690 |
Words | 132 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 16 |
Lines Amount | 16 |
Letters per line (avg) | 34 |
Words per line (avg) | 8 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 548 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 132 |
Font size:
Submitted on May 02, 2011
Modified on March 27, 2023
- 39 sec read
- 7 Views
Citation
Use the citation below to add this poem analysis to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Orange Leaves" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 2 Jun 2024. <https://www.poetry.com/poem-analysis/81194/orange-leaves>.
Discuss this Sarah Newcomb poem analysis with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In