Autumn’s Lullaby

Pity me not,
as my leaves begin to fall,
burning embers
of blood red and pale gold,
quietly smouldering
as they gently float
down to a wet grassy bed
from whence they came.

Arms angled and wide
against a watercolured blue.
Naked and exposed
as my once vibrant cloak
blazes brightly
as it falls
peacefully away.

Weep not for this fading,
but celebrate my standing,
as winter’s hooves thud
ever closer.
on a darkening horizon.

Celebrate that I remain;
my true success
never what fruit or flower
I happily bore
to all who came near.

But that my unseen roots,
deeper and stronger became,
to endure again
these hard, cold times.
Patiently waiting
to channel creation’s great song,
and sing it even louder,
that next wondrous time
she so chooses.

(Poem taken from Beyond the Falling)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s