An Autumn Song
I am the crisp breeze
that splatters your soul
with myriad hues of scarlet and gold.
I am a cantata of leaves
that serenade and cajole
with words unspoken, secrets untold.
I am the pitter and patter
of soft falling rain
upon the brown decaying ground.
I am the heart of the matter,
the joy and pain
of all this green, life once found.
I am past summer’s end;
not quite winter’s death,
but life’s chosen state of rest.
I am the gentle bend
of that exhilarating breath
reaching nature’s vibrant crest.
I beckon you to wait and see
for all that is to come and be
This poem is featured at Jingles Poetry Potluck today. Prompt is Nature: Plants, Creatures, and the Cosmos.
Illuminated by starry sky
Grounded by grass at my feet
I can’t help but wonder why
The truth of nature is discreet
I often try to outrun the wind
Or prophesy age by rings of trees
But I always end where I begin
for not all is measured in degrees
I swim the rivers wide and deep
And leave my tracks in ivory snow
I scribble in the sand when I sleep
And when I wake I still don’t know
I hear it not in faint whispers in wind
Nor in coyote howl or lion roar
I look high and low, round every bend
Nor do I salvage it in ancestral lore
Brown plume of ash and rising steam
That dusted forth upon the dawn of time
Has not fossilized enough for me to glean
The answers I await, that one cosmic sign
And so I continue to wonder why I am here
I’ll stretch and search until the flames die down,
Until the tingling of my soul is no longer fear,
Until the intention of my being has been found
So I pause between milky way and milky weed
anticipating alignment and synchronicity that say
It is right here, all that you ever want or need,
resting in every moment between dusk and rising day
It slumbers within mountains, rivers, and plains
It is the sacred secret that vibrates in every bone
Beneath all that’s left of time’s charred remains,
The answer lurks, an ancient hymn written in stone