Sunday, October 11, 2015

Autumn Lesson

In autumn 
            the trees
show us the beauty in endings,
in liberating pieces of ourselves,
our lives,
                        without fear.

In brilliant style
            celebrations of lives well-lived
                                    let go,
                        gracefully float to become
the stuff of parties –
confetti for the child,
noisemakers crunching under feet,
            leaf beds for jumping and
raucous play.
She disturbs her parent too serious,
too focused on work,
no time for play,
for pause,
                        for noticing the splendor
of death on the ground.
Tree feathers shed
raw beauty,
bare truth.

Rest in the long darkness.
Embrace mortality,
sacred cycles:

Green will come again.  

1 comment:

  1. A very good poem on Autumn,gives us a lesson of life.We should celebrate each and every moment to the fullest as we dont know what would be happened next.