• fall

    by  • September 25, 2007 • Uncategorized • 10 Comments

    Our burning bush
    is just starting
    to singe around
    the edges.
    Before long
    without smoke
    or fire, the leaves
    will blaze brilliantly
    without burning up
    and fall to the earth.

    We talk about
    colors, yet name
    this season
    for the letting go,
    the breeze-ride
    down from life
    into death.

    How can it be
    so energizing
    to see what was
    once verdant
    and vibrant
    flame and die?

    I try to listen.
    I want to hear
    what the leaves
    are saying
    as they burn
    and fall.

    All I can do
    is go barefoot.

    Peace,
    Milton

    This poem was written in response to prompts at Abbey of the Arts and Writers’ Island.

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    10 Responses to fall

    1. September 25, 2007 at 2:01 pm

      So why are we invigorated. Because we celebrate, I think, what has been done. This is a wonderful poem in my eyes.

    2. September 25, 2007 at 2:29 pm

      “How can it be
      so energizing
      to see what was
      once verdant
      and vibrant
      flame and die?”

      Out of debris, new life is born…

    3. September 25, 2007 at 7:17 pm

      “the breeze-ride
      down from life
      into death”

      Wow, I love those lines. I must have reread them at least three times.

    4. September 25, 2007 at 8:20 pm

      Like Karina, I re-read this several times. Very nice!

    5. September 25, 2007 at 8:38 pm

      Oh I really like this poem – I’d never given much thought to the “fall” of fall. Well done, you!

    6. September 25, 2007 at 9:18 pm

      Oh, how wonderful, Milton! I’ve always loved the autumn, and did find it ironic that I am energized by the endings that are happening around me. Well done!

      Peace,
      Hedwyg

    7. September 25, 2007 at 11:11 pm

      Wonderful and so timely. I love the cadence of this piece. The lines flit and float towards an end like the leaves you speak of. Beautifully executed. Thank you!

    8. September 26, 2007 at 2:04 am

      Fall is my season – your poem captures well what is hard to put into words.

      My favorite lines are the last ones:

      “All I can do
      is go barefoot.”

    9. September 26, 2007 at 3:34 am

      my favorite lines are the ones gautami and karina shared. the breeze-ride and that perfect question. thanks so much for participating Milton.

    10. September 26, 2007 at 7:05 pm

      Very nice. I hope you plan to publish your work someday.

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