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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
autumn words
autumn words
Those fiery, feisty, fluffy words
Fly freely from the limber limb
Let go to flit and flirt with me
Entice and swirl upon my page
by nature's mighty breath
They scatter under foot
I rake them into tidy piles
Then load them into winter's song
I harvest, reap and dance
Those painted, golden Autumn words
They tumble in
November days, then
Seep into life's restless soil
They rot and crush to icy sludge
Push deep in winter's heart
What do I gain from Autumn's death?
The Master Poet answers me -
"Find rest in dormant days,
In darkened solitude, I carve, create
Life's masterpiece called Soul."
I kneel to earth, kiss heaven's hem
And from the hardened, icy crust
I listen to my friend, December,
Sing Holy, Holy, Holy
And from afar
I hear a host of Autumn words
A choir of well-bred thought
Sing powerful, quiet harmony
That warms my weathered heart
Oh, those lovely, flighty Autumn words
Though withered, dead and gone --
they live!
I glean from their emotion
Pen line and paint a vibrant verse
To nourish Spring-fed prose
That longs for Summer's rose
For I, the pecking poet
Nibble verbs and nest my brood of words
To catch a May-day notion's yearn
I'll linger by mid-summer's gate and
Wait 'till Autumn words return
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